weekend

We spent Saturday at home doing work and boring stuff like laundry etc. I found it really difficult to take one of my contact lenses out at night and stupidly thought that it would be ok to sleep in it and get it out in the morning. Woke up with a sore eye, made sorer by my many, many attempts to get the fucker out (it had dried out overnight and was stuck to my eye). We had to leave at around 11 because we were visiting someone so had to leave it in (all the opticians were shut as it was a Sunday).
So anyway, we took a combi to the bus station and then another to Odi, a village about half and hour’s drive away from Gaborone. We then had lunch with an old friend of my Mum’s and his wife. They are both absolutely lovely people and we had a nice afternoon chatting about political and cultural issues, far too many for me to go into much depth here. We got a lift back home during which their son went on about how boring Botswana was and wanted to talk about England (he’s 16 or 17). I asked him what he liked about England and he went on about the expensive cars he’d seen when he was there. Surely there’s more to the UK than that? He was also very surprised when I mentioned homeless people in England (“really, you get them there?”), and asked whether there were a lot of rappers there. I suppose it’s the same as the Australian and after an immensely frustrating and painful evening trying to get my lens out, went to sleep with a red bloody eye 