The darkness has crept along the tops of the valleys once more, like black ink seeping through blotting paper, and I'm settling down to a cold Fanta after a busy day.
Just when I feel that everything is slowing down, Carrie presents me with the entries for the poetry contest. So much for an early night!
There are roughly thirty poems for me to go through and, having cast a cursory glance through them, some are of a really high quality. Perhaps I can arrange with Sebi to make an anthology of their work to go into the KHS library.
Now to dinner - what a short entry - I'm guessing it will be another 'African Buffet'.