172. Fresh meat

Tiznit

The walls are rammed earth

While heading over to hang out the washing on the roof of the ablution block I said bonjour (minus vowels of course, being a Kiwi "bonjour") to a chap coming the other way who replied hello. He is Goeff, a retired secondary head master from Lincolnshire and a fascinating bloke to boot. We stayed in conversation on the spot for about an hour and a half before his wife Susan appeared looking for him. They accepted an invitation for coffee and came over about ten minutes later and stayed on till the late afternoon braving the six of us talking over the top of each other. Fantastic way to spend the day.

Talked through what we are doing with the children and they were totally supportive which, considering the circumstances, was lucky. Some of the conversation was IQ vs EQ (I don't claim to have either) and they were very insightful. While skiting we showed them Uncle Graeme's Book, Big World Small Country and Geoff left with it under his arm after flicking through it while talking. I am very comfortable standing on the shoulders of giants.

Air-con man returned having patched a 12V transformer onto the PCB. Installed it all and it failed as it turns out to be a twenty four volt system. He is promising to return tomorrow.

Disco rod ends are still stuck in customs in Casablanca. May have to abandon them. Didn't think about Morocco not being in the EU so parts have to be imported.