Over the dinner table

On Sunday, myself and my wife were in London, seeing my family. We went for a curry, and were tucking into it, talking about various things.

At one point, I remembered the amusing story about the law firm Ferreth and Jobs. I explained to my family how the firm had registered a website, and that, to their horror, it had come to light the double meaning of the domain name, ferrethandjobs.com. I even spelled it out, so everyone got the joke, saying “The website is Ferret H And Jobs Dot Com”.

Cats in your sink

Me and the missus are planning on going on holiday. Looking at reviews, and found this one:

It’s a very nice hotel. What more do you want? If you hear a bad review it’s from people who expect a 3 star hotel to be a 5 star. Yes, there is alot of cats but they are harmless keep ur windows shut at night and you wont find one in your sink. Trust me… The cats don’t touch you. Do not feed them or they will come back with more cats … You should stay here it’s very nice!!!

Day Fourteen – Bang BANG!

Once again spent the whole night dreaming, which meant I woke up knackered. Last night I dreamt about having to fly back through Africa, try to get home, and I didn’t have a passport, and no tickets, but I just kept blagging it onto planes, then somehow landing in the wrong place again. I don’t remember much except seemingly spending the entire night pleading with airline officials. Odd.

Today we went to a meeting with the Ministry of health, where they outlined what funding they are going to provide, and the very specific, long-winded way we will need to claim it. Interestingly, its all part of a new EU partnership; they are getting ideas on how to run their health system from our pathetics attempts – if the NHS had to deal with 7 million HIV positive people, it would utterly and completely collapse.