Puntucation no limit.....to Bureaucracy!

Hi Nic, nice to hear you are still so slim! By the way, being able to speil or puncturate is no prereckwisit for blogging, it seems. I can do it correctly sometimes but battle with this small keyboard and my +78kg sausage fingers. Played cricket today to try to run off a few pounds....unfortunately you don't run off a pound with each run you score; and even if you did it's hardly worth checking the scales tonight. Did bowl someone out though.

And Ruth, I hope you won't be bologging anyone else or whatever it was. Remember, we haven't even met yet! Although French bureaucracy must be enough to make anyone punch away at the keys we've yet to experience anywhere like Botswana. One day I'll tell you about the yard door...sings.."Oh, it all makes work for the working man to do.." But for present, let me tell of Amy's birth certificate!

For this I had to pay the princely sum of about three pence. But it took several weeks and several 60 miles round trips as, having entered the correct details with the clerk, it had to be sent 240 miles away to be typed up. When it eventually was returned it had a mistake on it. I explained this to the clerk who took it round to the Roads Department and had a brand new one typed up without mistakes. He came back in less than seven minutes. "Why couldn't we have done this six weeks ago?" asked I. "Ah!" says he, "This was typed by the Secretary for the Roads Department. Normally she only does driving licences. The secretary for the 'Registrar for Births, Marriages and Deaths' is in Francistown!" C'est la vie!