CALL sometime – or give me a number I can call. Want to hear your voice …

HUGS from Tyg and the Minister of Manipulation

What a hectic day 8o

Ray and Penny arrived in the airport as I was writing the comment above. We went and fetched the key to the place in london where my belongings are stashed, went and got the stuff, packed it somehow into the minivan, went and dropped the keys and then my brother, who had been up since 3.45am and driving all day, drove us back to Norwich and, together with my Niece, we unpacked.

Since then Ive been pottering about with things in bags; some from Kenya and others from some other previous life. A good deal of it needs to be thrown away. We shal see.

Somehow diring the last few days (and remember, I slept only for about an hour last night) I’ve been finding it hard to imagine that I’m not returning to Tala and the life which has become familiar there in a few days. Now I’m sitting here browsing with Mozilla v1.5.01 which I downloaded in a minute or so with Broadband and listening to the washing machine spinning the excess water out of my recently dirty clothes. I’m wearing a woolen jumper and jeans. These are things I can remember doing before, I can remember them being commonplace; but today they are novelties.

“What would you like to eat?”, Penny asked me.
“?”, I replied, helpfully.
“I have celery…”
“Oh! Celery!”
“… olives, cheese spread…”
“oh! olives!”
“Black olives, they’re not fresh, they’re in a jar but…”
“Oh! Cheese spread!”, I’m excited by this time.
Penny has learned that I need to be left alone for a while to admire the exotic contents of her refrigerator.

The temperature here today, as reported on the all-digital dashboard my brother’s Renault minivan was about 2 degrees C. I’ve a pair of long running pants on under my jeans which I have been wearing all day since I put them on I the airport, like long-johns. The inside of the car and, for a while also the inside of this house just after the central heating kicked in, tastes or smells or feels oddly strange to me. Artifically heated air is yet another novelty for me and one which makes me feel slightly uncomfortable. I wanted to open the window to breath fresh cold air.

But I’m adjusting. (”Andjusting”)

Those of you in Kenya waiting for SMS from my British mobile number had better wait a little longer. My SIM somehow expired while I was away; I can get old numbers from the phone book but Orange have disowned me (depite a large poster in the airport promising me that by choosing Orange I was becoming part of some kind of global alliance which would keep me in touch).

see u all soon

capt spalding

We’re having a guess-the-party-password competition … I tried AELVRIC haha! I REMEMBERED!, but it didn’t work 0) Drew’s going all “oh, maybe LINDY or CHARLESTON or DRBITTERJUG or …”

Saw Andy this morning as he was down in LSE teaching our kiddies aerials for their show (and Drew and I are doing aerials ourselves tomorrow), and he said you’re doing LA SANTA! I’m soooooooooooooooooooo jealous!!!!! They’re taking you away just as you come back!!!! Oh well, we’re going to be doing workshops with Johnny Lloyd then instead, so there

Can’t wait to give you BIG LOVE and HUGS :7

Tyg

I wonder if I’ll see any difference in ‘home’ when I get there. We had a leaving celebration dinner last night, very nice too. And Im killin’ time here in Nairobi til its time to head to the airport now. People keep saying things like:

“So, you’re going home!”

And I wonder where and what ‘home’ is for me now.