Each week our mouths take us to a new country. Karibu Jamhuri ya Muungano wa Tanzania! 3 July, 2013. We are truly sorry for leaving you all on your own for all this time. We went for a Tanzanian. Our good friends Barbro and Ken, joined us on this special trip. Another potential culture clasher is .

Plant me a garden, love. As beautiful as it is useful. Cabbage next to my appendix. A throat full of motherwort and roses. Take the bowl of my pelvis. Wide and empty as a mother. Spilling ivy over my iliac crests. You will be the tender. This secret blooming at your hands. Braid the vines in my tangled hair. As you promise me your book. And let your hands find earth.

Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry, stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie. By daily dying i have come to be. Pieces of me die all the time. I remember everything and I write everything down. I am insatiable in mind, and in body. I learn from equanimity and grow by loving ravishingly. Paintings, sculptures and pretty objects that I create or like a lot.

Reaching the parts of your mind that other blogs merely make a feint at. We talked for a thousand years. Through drizzle dark and dreary. We came to a city in chaos. That teemed with men in black. And a wind that bit hard. We dreamt of midnight summer. To the halls of exchange.

Thank you! Saturday, 10 September 2011. Has changed his mind and declared that a Theory of Everything.

It took me three hours to clear the study of all junk and clean the walls and floors. Another hour, or so, to fit the furniture in and connect up the telly and after LSH took over and sorted out what used to be the bedroom, and is now the study. I wonder if I could teach LSH to sew? Saturday, 15 September 2012. The plan is to prepare all the veggies and the bacon and stock in the fabulous old Invicta pot I got from Mother, pop it .