home in Malawi
After I got up I had a lovely chat with Rosie using the miracle of face time and then headed to the sick teachers flat with leftover macaroni cheese and cans of Pepsi. Then I pottered about getting water in and picking the weeds out of the strawberry patch, only to hear A shouting MUM from the bathroom. I had been booked to dye her hair. Purple this time. I love these moments, she asked if I ever did it with my mum, but I was never brave enough to dye my hair. But I've had plenty of bathroom chats and remember fondly the joy of peeling off my mum's face mask. We laughed as I tried to avoid getting the dye on her face and ears and neck. It looks great, not quite what I was expecting. BigA took her over to a friends for a sleepover and then we watched films and an Arsenal game. Our pal came over and fell asleep in the second half. Sunday was a day for me in the garden mostly, my seedlings had mainly survived and I enjoyed planting out the lush looking basil seedlings. I...