Awoken at 5.40am by some partygoer ramming his Audi into my neighbour's innocently parked Toyota in the street outside. The ensuing exchange of views precludes further sleep, so I get up and discover there's no water in the taps. No problem - I keep an emergency supply in 5-litre plastic bottles in the kitchen, for just such occasions. The wonderful thing about getting up so early is that I can brew myself a cup of coffee before the power goes off shortly after 6.00. I start the laptop and work on the masterpiece, cat curled on my lap, until the battery gives out. I breakfast off cornflakes and banana and yoghurt, then return to bed with a book.
Sometimes life just plays straight into your hands. After the last three weekends - one in Manica, one in Beira, one in Hlane - the summit of my desires is a quiet day at home.
(Power came back on between midday and one, water somewhat earlier.)
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What does the cat do while you are away?
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She tears the curtains, climbs the flyscreens, drags my stockings around the bedroom floor, and generally gets bored and grumpy. After I returned from Manica my friend Minati, who was coming in every other day to fill her food and water, complained of getting her heels scratched. I'm going to have to find a more permanent solution.
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