|report day at school|
|baby classes colouring numbers on paper plates|
|break time in the yard|
|break time at school|
I say home, the Sunbird lodge; where volunteers queue after every mealtime at the sink to wash their own dinner plates and cutlery, one at a time, under a continuously running tap! This has to stop. There's only so long I can go biting my tongue. We had already purchased washing up liquid, a plug for the sink and new scourers to wash up with, in the hope they would get the message. How hard could it be to teach young westerners to wash up without wasting water?? turns out it's nigh-on impossible, but I'm not giving up.
We trudged back to our room after dinner and I cheered myself up scaring the shit out of Tracey again... this time though I chose the darkness of our front porch... the subject.... frogs! They only seem to come out at night and jump through the dead leaves in front of our room - turns out she's just as scared of them as she is of snakes!!!! Mwah hahahahaha. Sorry Trace. xx