I am very excited as I have decided to go to the Archives this afternoon and do some research. I have not been there for a few months and have a long list of things I need to find out about. I phone them at 8.30 to ask what time they close, but the phone just rings and rings. An hour later, I phone again and a tired voice informs me they close at four o'clock.
'Great,' I say. 'I will see you later.'
'What is your name?'
'Bryony Rheam.'
'I see. Unfortunately, we are not open to the public at the moment.'
This is very disappointing news. I am quite happy to sit with my mask on while reading through old newspapers and books. I will possibly be the only person there as I often am. People walk round town with no masks on at all and stand two inches apart in queues, yet I can't go and sit by myself in a room empty of people.
In the afternoon, we go out to collect a pawpaw tree I won a bid for on bidding wars and also buy a few more herbs and vegetable seedlings. I drop the girls off at the stables and go and pick up some cheese I have ordered. In fact, it's not just cheese, it's camembert made locally by someone. Like I said the other day, this is how you shop in Bulawayo. Although driving around to all sorts of places can be a bit annoying at times, it is nice to support local people.
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