I’ve just spent the last few minutes with Caleb on my lap, as he proceeded to dictate e-mails to everyone he can remember from South Africa, to invite them to the island. If you were one of the lucky recipients, know that you were not alone!
We met three descendants of the late Hudson Janisch, the only St Helenian governor and past Baptist Minister, who is buried on the island. Because they have so much history tied up on the island, they had been planning this trip for years. As things happened, they are friends with friends of ours from Pretoria, and brought over some books for us. One of those “small world” things again! They spent some time perusing the church’s old documents and records, where a lot of information was recorded on and by Hudson.
I’m having a bit of a problem with goggos in cupboards – they have a taste for pasta, but go for anything that’s been opened and pegged shut. So a few days ago I devised a plan, to put all the half-used packets of things, in their pegged bags, into a big sealable container. Unfortunately I didn’t check to see whether all the packets were bug-free, so ended up contaminating all the things in the container! Had to toss a whole packet of pasta, some split peas, dried lentils, and carefully sifted through almost a kilogram of penne to get the dudus out. Sorely vexing! Off the subject, I was annoyed to wake up in the middle of the night to an unfamiliar sound in our bedroom, and realized after a few moments of consciousness that it was rain dripping on the duvet. We had to do a quick furniture shuffle and move the bed to a different part of the room, swap duvets with the guest room, and find a bucket. But it could have been worse, the raindrops could have been falling on my head.
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