Would you believe my own wife laughing at me?? No??!! Well, she did. Not only did she laugh – she cackled – like a witch. I can still hear her in my ear.

After the wedding and with Wally and Absy going to visit Mr. Mandela, I thought I’d take the wife for an outing to sample some of the local culture. And what better way than to visit a zulu village, where they enacted the ancient dances for us. They were very very kind, and two of them must have recognized my sense of rhytm, so they beckoned me to join them in their dance. I was kitted out with a furry head thing and a very menacing looking spear (unfortunately I had problems uploading the whole photo - a recurring problem eventhoug I keep resizing my photos, but never mind..) Donned up like a true pro I jumped into what seemed like a frenzied fracas. I did very well, I thought. I really got into it. I was looking fierce and warriorlike and lunged around to the beat of the drums. All of a sudden I can hear Pickles laugh. Not the cute giggle I adore so much. Ooohhh no, she was writhing in a hysterical fit. Tut tut tut. I don’t know. What am I to do with her. I shall have to spank that little chocolate bottom of hers, when we get back to the hotel, ay

She is still my girl though. I’d be lost without her – and she knows it, the little vixen

See ya

Mikkel