Marrakech
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The children have discovered the joys of ebooks, thanks to the public library which we are still current. Five pound plus kindle books were being devoured in under a day and hard to seperate the wheat from the chaff when searching (the chaff is dreadful). Library books are screened by librarians - thank you librarians, you are, in my experience, always wonderful. The net result was the three older children glued to computers but reading e-books, Big Nate particularly popular with a lot off laughing out loud. Audrey for example in thirty six hours read three Big Nate's and four David Williams books; Boy in the Dress; Mr Stink; Ratburger; Billionaire Boy and Born to Run by Michael Morpurgo. The David Williams books include hilarious illustrations by Tony Ross. Eight books in maybe thirty six hours, all for a bit of 4G data. The range of books available is impressive.
I washed our sheets and duvet cover though the duvet cover was too much for our little twin tub portable washing machine then on nightfall Jacqueline, Roman and I went back to the huge supermarket. Roman armed with receipt, ready to engage the supermarket over missing components on his toy sniper rifle, purchased, I later realised, after the shocking Florida School Shooting which gave me some thought. Audrey and Fyfe had bought cowboy guns and I was at max supermarket - that is my defence, weak as it is.
The supermarket staff liaison man was great and he and Roman discussed the toy and examined the box to establish what was missing. After a green official sticker was stuck to the box Roman and man investigated other boxes and established that none of the toys had the target image projection system (basically a light shining though a plastic slide) electronics installed in the telescopic sight. Roman and the man agreed that it should be included but wasn't. Roman elected to keep the toy rather than a refund.
We staggered (Disco'ed) home with forty litres of water, bags of oranges and other provisions.
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