Anyone who has driven with Tim before will
be shocked by the story that follows.
On the way to Kampala to see the breast doc (for Sarah, not Tim!) this
morning, Tim became distracted and drove a little over the speed limit. Since Tim normally drives like he’s driving
Miss Daisy, he is really the least
likely suspect for an offense of this kind.
Rounding the corner, we encountered a police officer holding a speed gun. With dread, Tim pulled over, to be told that
he could choose between a fine of 200,000 UGX or a court appearance on Monday
(presumably with a fine as well). Whilst
the officer was waiting for the fine book to come, he asked what we did in
Masaka. Sarah took this opportunity to
explain her role as a doc in Kitovu, as well as being Maama Noah, and
unexpectedly the officer said: “But can I punish the parents of this
baby?”. Cue Noah looking very cute and smiling at the traffic officer. The answer to that, we assumed
would be, “yes!” but in fact he decided to let us go, adding that he also felt it was good to show mercy to doctors just in case he ever
ended up in need of medical attention.
Do we feel guilty at having exploited the cuteness of our son to get us
out of a bind? What do you
reckon??!!
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Naughty Naughty! |
Having spent two hours in the doctors’
surgery this lunchtime, Sarah is now officially a pin cushion, as her right
breast was pricked, not one, not two, not three, but eleven times, by the
doctor trying to aspirate fluid from a lump.
She was very (ok, sort-of) brave throughout, but when the lump was
finally drained, did slightly burst into tears of relief. Good news: it’s just milk, so nothing to
worry about!
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Tuff Tits! |
Since our last blog, the power has really
been trying our patience, so apologies if we have been slow at replying to any
emails. This may last for a while as the
grasshopper (Nsenene) season is upon us, which entails the delights of having
our power diverted to grasshopper-catching contraptions. Still, it means an excellent new protein
source for Noah to enjoy!
Now anyone who has been reading this blog
may now be fairly well versed with the fact that we are not strangers to animal
fiascos. And it turns out that our
chicken names were once again prophetic.
The person that gave us Mr Loverman came around and quizzically asked:
“is that the chicken I gave you?”. When
we replied that it was, she then broke the news that it appears that she is, in
fact, a cockerel. Noooooooooo! So we’re preparing either for early morning
cockledoodledoodling or for a very tasty chicken curry. Since Sarah opened the holy tin of thai green
curry paste yesterday, the need to use up every last bit of the contents may
prevail!
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Silly cock! |
Another night, another attempted break-in,
so this means, dear readers, that we may end up getting another dog for
security. I hope you are braced and
ready for tales of puppy joy and chaos that may follow!
It’s not all been trial and tribulation in
Casa del Crow. We have had two lovely trips
to the lake for fish and chips, one of which was an overnight trip. Noah enjoyed the sunshine, and we enjoyed the
relaxation!
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Oh we do love to be beside the lakeside! |
#5: when you lift your sweet son over your
head, avoid opening your mouth – a mouthful (and yes, we do mean a mouthFULL) of
baby saliva is less appealing than it sounds!
Things
we’ve learnt about UGANDA the hard way...
#1: If your toast tastes a little “funky”, trust
your instincts. We didn’t, and only
after chowing down our toast for a number of days did we find a stinking half decayed gheko
inside the toaster. Mmmmmmm!
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Our Toaster incident adds to our other experiences with decaying reptiles! |
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