I mentioned on Friday that I wake up “naturally” (See Day#18), but I omitted to mention all the other ways one could wake up in East Legon.
I classify them as follows: Naturally, Unnaturally and Supernaturally
Naturally: By Plan-taaaaaaaaaaain
This morning, like every morning, while I am having breakfast I wait for this:
Next time, I am going to run downstairs, and buy some: Anything that inspires such a bellow, without stoning from the neighbours, must be pretty darn tasty.
PS I have since discovered that what Plan-taaaaaaaainLady is shouting is not Plan-taaaaaaain at all. It is “Hot Kenkeeeeeeeeeeeey!”
PSS Hot Kinkey is not an indecent proposal, it is a dish.
PPPS This morning, when I heard Hot Kenkeeeeeeeeeey Lady I ran down the stairs and bought some.
Alas. It was not vegetarian, so I can not tell you what it tasted like. But Agi said it was delicious.
Unnaturally: By Gas
At 6:14 on Saturday morning I woke up to, what I thought was an air-raid warning:
Turns out to be a super-efficient Gas Cooker Repairer.
For those of you who missed that number, here it is again: 0-2-5-8-7-0-1-6-3-9
Unnaturally: By Laxative
Naturally: By Lamb
The noise that causes me most distress is this one:
I have been known to make someone drive from Arniston to Struisbaai to buy a baby bottle for a lost lamb.
Made arrangements for him to drive back to Cape Town with us, in order to go live with my friend Sugnet’s (not-to-be-eaten) sheep.
And could not understand why he could not stay with us in our holiday apartment – there was space in the bathroom.
So, it is imperative for me NOT TO GO DOWNSTAIRS when I hear this sound. EVER.
Unless I want a whole other thing to explain to the SAA Check-in Assistant (See Day#1 ).
Supernaturally: By Jesus
Hallelujah! It must be 7:59 Sunday morning!:
This is a combo deal: You also get Chicken on background vocals.