Meet Arthur

So this is Arthur, our means of getting from a to b while in Zambia. He has something of a drinking problem, which I think was only made worse by Rachel saying he looked like a dung beetle. But he gets us to the supermarket and back and one day will hopefully let us explore Africa a little (I might even get to play with the four wheel drive...).

Pictures from our day out to Lilayi (a bit late)

A giant millipede.


A Hartebeest.


Spot the baby giraffe!


Dung beetle.

Oops

We have started rehearsing for the Christmas production, though I don’t yet know what the Christmas production is (I want to say the nativity but it’s such an easy answer). Years 3 to 6 are the chorus, so they just stand at the back and sing about Jesus and Mary to the tune of ‘My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean’.

During the first rehearsal I noticed four Year 6 boys sitting at the back, their lips motionless. I purposefully made my way over to where they were slumped, giving them my best disapproving stare as I approached.

‘If you don’t start singing I’m going to stand you up in front of everyone else here and make you sing these songs by yourselves. Do you understand?’ Four heads nodded uncomfortably.

Then, just as I was congratulating myself for performing my duties with such humour and zeal, one of the boys spoke: ‘Sir, we’re Muslim and we’re not allowed to sing these songs.’

Oops.