(back row: liane big sister, myrtle the turtle sister's mother in law and dear friend, step mum liz, dad ron, first born pulling tongue. front row: nephew ant, seond born rubin, neice erin. not sure where last born was. or brother in law.???)
hello! hello! hello! so i'm back. from out of space, but ever so briefly. ever so briefly.
we are like a flock of gannets. we can eat an ox, an entire garden of potatoes, a banana plantation, 5 liters of tobasco sauce, 3 liters of sweet chilli and a lake of wine in one sitting. don't mention the scotch.
i am at a loss for words.
poor dad has been ill. asthma. so we had to dash into town in the night to see sweet dr patalia at the hindu temple. i had smsed him because it was after hours and the next thing he called us to let us know he was waiting for us at the hindu temple. how kind is that? it makes me believe in angels all over again. dad is much better but still weak. it's terribly frightening not being able to breathe, to fill your lungs with air... myrtle, (who now resides in the tent at which, dear readers, uncle fuzz turned his nose ...) also needed a doctor because of plumbing complications. i tried to warn (or rather remind) my dear sister, buzz (brother in law) and myrtle, that dr sheriff's rooms at first glance appear grim. GRIM, rather, with everyone and their aunty crowded into the dark manky corridors. but i think the first world has softened them somewhat and they returned home wide eyed, furious (some) yet armed with pills. whew. what next?
in fact, speech day...at school. where our second born won SPORTSMAN OF THE YEAR!!!! and received an incredibly glamorous glass award with mirrored writing. of course i cried and cried with love and pride. what a bloody great big shining gorgeous star he is....oh oh oh. he has done The Eating Tribe proud.
see images of first born and last born really really Into Speech Day below. The princess looks positively injured. mortified is an understatement. all my fault, indeed. we call this look mamba eyes.
and we had sports day too somewhere in between slaying a herd of sheep, harvesting a field of maize, cooking it all and eating it, safari to maasailand and speech day.
safari maasailand was a hit. thank god. we ate ourselves out of camp. the cook was shocked at our consumption levels and i know my bank manager is never going to believe me. like where all the money went. on muesli and cornflakes and sausages. kilimanjaro and meru put on fine majestic displays and everyones hearts felt full (along with our stomaches). the air was sweet and vistas wide and far and simply mind blowing. big sister and kilimanjaro below.
tommorrow we head to tarangire national park to camp and see elephant. kids are dead excited and we look forward to scaring the hell out of them.
and lulu. HOW DO I COLLECT AN AWARD?
oh and ITS MY BIRTHDAY TOMMORROW. all expensive gifts welcome. DHL operates into Arusha and Tanzania. (why does my family think i like practical ethnic things? i love, adore and cherish impractical expensive things.)
Kitchen Board: Saturday Afternoon: 5 July 2008 (day before MY BIRTHDAY)
Contributors: Veronica and Eliza
Comments: meet Eliza. ON RHS of pic. she is here to help whilst family is here and most likely will stay on. she is VERY dear. and VERY sweet. and we all love her already. here vero and her say "cheese" as they clean rice for our evening meal - curry. (i am over my crush on the indian restaurant owner)
toodely pip then to anyone who has been kind enough to hang about waiting for the next post...whoever you are, know that you are loved. LOVED. XXX
PPS: safari craig on safari. deep in the hinterland. somewhere west.PPPS: a wild bunch of bees have decided that my loft bedroom is a really excellent place to make their hive and honey. wrong. doom and mosquito coils have failed to deter them, only infuriate them, which leads to me running through the house, armed with cans of deadly anti any flying insect spray (dear god. its probably why my dad has developed asthma) chased by furious bees attacking my head which has been cleverly protected in arctic wooly hats. but looks really silly.
sigh sigh. i wish the bees would leave. it makes going to bed quite another experience. one has to sweep aside hundreds of bee corpses and duck from their furious relatives. is this what god feels like, ernest?
even so. there is something quite magical about wild bees.... and in a strange way, i like it that they have chosen my room to "hove" in, for a while....
toodely pip. . . x