There are a number of things I vividly remember from my previous visit here, and the daily 4.45am bell tolling (Christianity's equivalent to the Call to Prayer) from the VERY nearby church is definitely one of them. I thought only Islam inflicted this kind of thing on the eternally damned? Still, it was probably a Scotsman who brought the whole thing here. Bloody colonialism. I knew there must have been a downside.
My first day is spent looking into volunteering possibilities, with a local charity called United Action for Cameroon, who have a local nursery/primary school, and various community projects my choice. Looks like a pretty organised outfit, who have placed over 250 volunteers since its creation. More of them to follow.
Katherine's daughter Suzanne has a small shop in front of the house that sells household stuff and the day is completed by taking over the reigns as she looks after her baby. I am proud to announce the sale of a torch/lighter, a bar of soap (to myself), whisky in a plastic pouch (sacraligious, i know, but at 15p a pop, who cares?) and some Bon Bons. I might not have a G-G-G-Granville, but eat your heart out Arkwright).
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