– life – bokdrols of wisdom –
So we did *sometimes* go where the signs *sometimes* said Maybe You Shouldn’t.
We were rescued by friendly Damara ous in the Namib desert, by feisty ous in tight khaki shorts on Mocambican beaches, and by faithful Bahá’ís at their picnic on the Báb’s birthday on a Malawian beach. Bless em all.
You just gotta have faith ye shall be rescued.
*pic of kombi stuck on Moz beach*
~~oo0oo~~
When you’re twenty two months old you can venture off north into neighbouring African countries in a kombi as long as you’re prepared and have the right companions. Like Stripey. He’s unflappable and always smiling.
And your Mom. She’s the best for food, clothes, warmth, love, hugs. That sort of stuff.
and your sis and your Dad can come along too . . He’s quite handy as transport and a vantage point.
Just watch out if you go to Lake Malawi . .
and catch the ferry to Mombo Island . .
. . that you don’t drop your companion Stripey overboard! ‘Cos then the ferry driver will have to slow down, turn around and go back so that your Dad can hang over the side and rescue Stripey. To avert a disaster!
THANK YOU Mr Friendly Ferryman! signed: TomTom and Stripey
~~~oo0oo~~~
Two Teenagers Got Locked In The Lavatory
They Were There From Monday to Saturdee (well, Monday 8pm to 9pm anyway).
Jess and Jordie went to the bathroom together (don’t ask – teenagers) and that was it. With Aitch-like burglar guards the window was out of the question. I tried all sorts of levering and hammering and twisting and shoving and what-have-you but no go:
Had to phone the locksmith.
He came in and smashed out the innards of the lock by brute force and levered it open with a curly-shaped hook. Took him three minutes.
~~~oo0oo~~~
What’s that bird, Dad?
I dunno Jess I’ll go and look.
Well it was in the gutter above my office and it was a newborn vervet monkey.
Cecelia and Tobias say the mom had twins and left one behind.
Monkey Helpline’s Carol came and took him away. A girl, she said.
Hey Dad! What’s that in the pool!? shouts Jess this morning. It’s a mole, swimming rather desperately, gulping for air every so often, head underwater between. I rush for the poolnet and get him onto the lawn where he starts burrowing under the grass right away.
Well saved, Jessie!
golden mole
Remember: Golden moles: Tiny teeth, eat insects & worms;
Mole rats: Big external teeth, eat plants;
Don’t harm either of them. Allow them in your gardens. Please. Your lawn or garden need NOT be ‘perfect’. In fact ‘perfect’ gardens are a sure sign of cruelty.
mole rat
Bewilderbeast Droppings 