Three hours at the clinic. OK it was both of us for routine scans and Mrs Ex-Ascot for a boob X-Ray which she is still complaining about. A double consultation and waiting between procedures for reports. Then ages to settle the account. No queues just all took time. They are remarkably equipped so no need to go to the hospital. No MRI scanner here though. Have to go to Francistown which is a unreliable flight.
Thatchers are cooking lunch on an open fire out the back. It will be pap and seswaa. Cornmeal porridge and shredded beef stew.
They serve it at the luxury camps on their traditional meal night. Fortunately there are many other dishes to choose from.
'Yes, Madam, I am drunk, but in the morning I shall be sober and you will still be ugly.' Sir Winston Churchill.