There was a minor earth tremor last week. The look on my face as my desk wobbled was a source of great amusement to my colleagues!

Today, I walked home from work. I passed mango, avocado & papaya trees, chickens cooped in cages, mobile manicurists & women carrying matoke in baskets on their heads; dogs curled up on porches & a higgledy jumble of roadside wares & little wooden shacks (‘dukas’) selling all manner of things. I heard taxi horns, sizzling barbeques & children, peeping from behind banana trees, shrieking ‘muzungu!’ as I passed by. I avoided muddy pot holes, though my once black flip-flops are still nicely encrusted in a dusty orange hue. I’m really, really missing pavements…

I’m writing this wearing a head-torch which Eva says makes me look like a ‘nerd’, but what else can you do when you’ve run out of candles & there’s just been a power cut?