I could not sleep again last night so about 3 am the news filtered through and I thought I remember hearing the news about Diana about the same time in the night. But this morning I had no internet at home so it was only the internet at work when I tried grabbing a moment to myself (there is no sense of personal space here so even emails read with a small child looking over my shoulder- which is nice sometimes, very nice, but tricky when your brain is not registering things) and I realised my brain had not registered until I read my sisters email. Then on facebook of course I saw all the R.I.P messages. I am glad the old man of Africa was allowed to go home to quietly die. It had seemed so horrible waiting for it to happen. He is one person in the history of his life and my life that I would have liked to have seen in person. R.I.P Nelson Mandela.
To my surprise I was handed a bright red envelop at work today. A letter that my friend posted to my home address 2 months ago has somehow actually arrived. I have no idea how as I see no evidence that there is a mail service, but people do send stuff via the bus, so I guess that is what happened. So I am pleased to say card duly opened at work and laughed at by small child at my side. Now to see if I can keep it in my room or whether it will go the way of all things. Today I have come home my floor has been swept lovely, my dirty washing has been neatly folded with the result that half of it has not landed up in the washing because I had forgotten it was dirty and the fourth lot of seeds that I have tried to germinate have very kindly been disposed of! Nevermind I suspect in the 27 years on Robben Island Mr Mandela would have been only too pleased to have a warm room but dirty linen. For once I miss the TV as I know that only one item will be on it all across the world and although nothing will change the situation sometimes just listening and sharing is a good thing.
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She always makes me think of the Girl with the Pearl Earring. |
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The puppet show is coming along and is bringing out some of the children very nicely.
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