Around twice a week Chris and I head off to the gym. We joined last summer and bought a six month membership. the promised membership cards never turned up (despite our photo being taken and several promises) so I had no real idea when we needed to renew. Our gym in Hatfield would remind us by email – Chris and I had smiled at the thought that we might get a reminder here.
Seble (our house worker) told me that the same day that we met Handana (the lady living beneath the bridge) and gave her a small gift of money, someone else brought her a few clothes and a little money.
When passing a yellow crayon to a child who was drawing a beach the child said “No Mrs Griffin, sand is grey I need this one.” (Ethiopian sand is grey).
When using fruit and vegetables for printing this week a child asked “Did you bleach them?”
When going to see what a group of children were doing in the corner of the grass they said “We’re building a trap for termites.”
When asking a child if I would see their Mum or Dad at the end of the morning they reply “No my driver’s picking me up.”
When going to look at children engrossed in the sand pit I find small sand cakes with a fruit from the overhanging trees carefully placed on each one, “Would you like peach or ?” they enquired.
When doing a traffic survey “Who has been on a bus?” no one. “Who has been on a train?” one child. “Who has been on a boat?” two children. “Who has been on a plane?” everyone!
