Tuesday, 19 October 2010

Monday 18th


Isabelle and I were chasing after this family of turkeys that has just moved into the church grounds, when I stepped into what can only be described as a deep chasm of oozing mud. It was literally about a metre deep, and by literally I mean hyperbolically (I'm hoping that most of yours knowledge of the English language is so poor that you don't know what hyperbole is and that I’m getting away with my exaggeration) (I'm also hoping that 'yours' is is the right word for the sentence, because I thought it should be 'you's' but the spell check won't accept it and it would be really embarrassing to use bad grammar to insult your English). The situation was so dire at one point I actually thought I was going to drown. Yes, drown.

Then, in a moment of madness, I took off my flip flops!!! Ok, it doesn't sound that noteworthy, but when you consider the field of very well camouflaged thorns I was about to run through...
And you're probably thinking, 'Nicola, run? No, surely not!' Well, you may not know this but turkeys with young are very territorial. So I show up at church looking like the creature from the swamp, to be met not with surprise or horror but knowing looks. Shum bu sho tilts his head, apologies and goes yet again to find me some soap. Lets just say its not the first time something like this has happened to me.

I had Swahili in the afternoon. I feel like I’m able to understand the Lion King on a whole new level now!

And I heard on the news that the French are on strike again. Enjoy operation stack.

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