Felt up to doing some art again this week, and catching up with my friend who also comes round to the house to do her art and have advice or help if needed. I am also good at sharpening her pencils for her.
I could not sit for too long and did several walkabouts, but managed to get a good start on my lion.
Hopefully with physio etc will gradually get back to normal.
Life in Africa.
Our time is nearly up now and plans are in progress for moving beck to the U.k.. Debi will soon be having to go to nursery school, and of course Mandy, who at the moment is still a baby, and there is nothing available here at present, and any future schooling would have to be boarding school down in South Africa or the U.K. I had several years away for schooling like this and vowed I would never put my children into boarding school. There was nothing wrong with the schools, but I got terrible homesick, and you did not see your parents for months on end.
I went to my first one when I was just over 6 years old, up near the Congo border. It was a smallish private mission school, and looking back now it was the only thing my parents could do. I was there for some time, coming home for holidays of course. When my father got moved with working for the government to a different area and town, and if there was a school for english children I would go to that instead.
One I can remember was for primary age and run in the old clubhouse when a new one was built.
I also had several years in boarding school down in Kenya. We were all packed off on the train under supervision in the afternoon, and early the next morning we would arrive at the station. We were picked up in lorry style coaches and I can still to this day remember being shown your dormitory. Bright lights and a row of metal beds with a locker down each side. Grey blankets and a set of cupboards for clothes at the end of the room. Cold and unwelcoming. We were always planning escape routes to go home. How we were going to get to the station, pay for days rail fare, then find our way home a few hundred miles away I will never know!! Of course, we never did anything! You soon settle down into the routine of school life. Then finishing my last school years boarding in the U.K. For some children this is fine, but not for me, but at the time my parents like many others working in the civil service, did not have much choice.
Having worked as a school nurse in a small boarding school later on in life, things are so different now day, pretty quilts, cubicle style areas, pictures on the walls, and all the modern comforts of today's living.
Julianna and me.
My sister Sally in fancy dress. A bumble bee
My mother, sister and me.
GOURDS.
A new gourd going down to 'That Nice Shop' down in Polis. The shop re-opens on Friday 1st. February. Do come down and see all the different crafts.
Wishing you all a good week.
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