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Friday, 21 March 2014

Wedding Anniversary! Who's Counting?


It will be a surprise for many that March 21st was our wedding anniversary.

It was a surprise to Irene, who was sure we were married in February.
 
March 21st 2014 was our 15,000th (yes, 15,000) day of being married!!!! As you might expect it was Malcolm who had worked this out.

 


So, what do you get someone on their 15,000 anniversary? Something for 15,000 shillings seemed appropriate.


 

15,000 shillings would:

                - buy 15 pineapples

                 - pay for a return trip to Kampala – about 50 miles each way

                - employ someone for 3 days

 
However, that seems a bit stingy – as its only about £3.75. Not much for a 15,000 anniversary.
 

Fortunately the Chancellor of the Exchequer has come to our rescue. In the past week he has:

-          announced a new 15,000 garden city will be built in Ebbsfleet Kent

-          increased the ISA savings limit to £15,000
 
Coincidence? We think not!
 

Thank you George.

 

Not to be left out our ‘bug of the week’, the flying ant, also celebrated our anniversary by scattering exactly 15,000 wings  on the path as we went for a walk. (Malcolm counted them – if you don’t believe there are15,000 count them yourself!

 

So with that major anniversary gone, we are now looking forward to:

                Our 400,000 (hours) on 13th October 2018 at 4 am

                Our 25,000,000 (minutes) on 6th September 2020, 3 pm
 

This week’s Proverb from the BBC Africa web-site is from Zambia: The buttocks are like a married couple - though there is constant friction between them, they will still go to the grave together

Thursday, 23 January 2014

That's Amaizing!


Whilst the cat’s away…….

Malcolm is surviving with Irene away  -  in fact he’s getting up to all sorts of mischief.

 

This week he was spotted caressing a ripe pineapple – something which for good reasons  isn’t normally allowed in the house because Irene can’t stand the smell. They are very common and delicious local fruit which cost less than 40 p each.



Later he was discovered sniffing (some might say snorting) some fine white powder which came from some small plastic bags he was holding. Any suggestions what this might be?

 

In the maintain there seemed to be some sort of man-hunt going on in the maize field just at the rear of Irene and Malcolm’s house. You might think Irene is in England, but…..

 











The bug of the week is a spider which seems to have found its lunch.

This week’s African proverb from the BBC website is from Nigeria You can tell a ripe corn by its look

P.S. Malcolm would like to thank his many friends here for enabling him to survive by feeding him including Denise, Rory, Corrie, Becca, Mairead, Sarah and Raymond.