Armorel doesn’t feel very well.
I head off early to the Shamba to check on the brick work. It is impressive. Annoyingly though, a combination of African timekeeping and disorganisation means I am late for football.
Luckily, even more African timekeeping means that even though I am 1 hour late, I am on time.
We had a good run around, but with numbers low and the temperature high we settled for some one on one fun games. I scored a beauty from 40 yards.
Armorel has malaria. Two parasites, so I win, but it has hit her much harder.
She has spent the rest of the day in bed feeling pretty rough.
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