Bring back the beans

School was hectic today with invigilating exams and marking Maths papers.  I also continue to find out more about witchcraft, which I'll save for another time.  Now's not quite the moment.  Sister Lucy, the headmistress, saw me so frazzled by the end of the day that she scooped me up and drove me to a restaurant called '2 Friends' in Jinja for an early dinner.  I couldn't help wonder if people only go there in twos, as I mentally ticked off the pairs of people around us.  Aside from the naff name, it is a really beautiful place, with coconut trees and bougainvillea growing amongst the tables.  It was the first time that I have eaten out while I have been in Africa... if you don't count the bag of ready salted crickets.

And then my eyes set upon the menu with sheer delight.  My spirits lifted, I ordered a bean-free meal which I would have happily taken in London.  The bliss of the first mouthfuls was quite out of this world... flavours and textures I knew and loved, and food that looked really good to eat too!  I was transported into a place of comfort and contentment.

But no sooner had I delighted in this initial bliss than I started to realise that my stomach just couldn't handle it.  I got slower and slower, hardly able to eat even a quarter of the food on my plate.  It became painful.  And I have just been violently sick back home.  The agony in my stomach is awful... far worse than eating beans every day.

I drew a calendar in the back of my Killer Sudoku book earlier.  The days are dwindling.  I just need to get strong for the final week. I cannot wait to see my loved ones again.