Sunday, up early to make drinks and then its time to read some poetry from the books that have just arrived for our writing course. I watch the beginning of the football highlights that I missed last night and return to the poems of Uganda under Idi Amin, or to give him his full tittle: His Excellency, President for Life, Field Marshall Al Hadj Doctor Idi Amin Dada, VC, DSO, MC, Lord of all the Beasts of the Earth and Fishes of the Sea and Conqueror of the British Empire in Africa in General and Uganda in Particular. He was also fond of declaring himself King of Scotland. The poetry of Nick Makoha gives a picture of what that all meant to the people of Uganda as Idi Amin descended from his popular overthrow of Dr Obote into tyranthood. Nick Makoha’s collection of poems “Kingdom of Gravity” plots his flight from Uganda via the airports he passed through in is flight from Idi Amin’s Uganda. Its good stuff and is very different from his first collection “The Lost Collection of an Invisible Man.” published some years prior. So it comes time for breakfast and the Sunday call to our youngest. She is bright and cheery and I think pleased to see us. We chat about family things and plans for the future, their new house being bought and possible marriage options. Nothing is agreed except that its going to take time. the call ends and we go about our chores.
Sunday is the day we sort the house. Before I get stuck in I take the car to the garage to top up the tank and check the pressure in the new tyres. While there I grab a couple of Sunday papers and a bag of wine gums for the drive to York tomorrow. I find the occasional wine gum staves off boredom of straight line driving and helps me concentrate. I thought I might alter my route but it in the end I will go my usual route. I return to pick up my chores. My role is to empty the Dyson and dehair the roller before cleaning the downstairs carpets. As I am Dysoning I notice a butterfly on the Buddleia and pop out with my phone to get pictures and get rewarded with two of them.
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With the place tidy its time to go to the garden centre to hunt for a birthday present suitable for a young Shri Lankan woman. It has to be light and affordable. So we arrive at the garden centre and browse what options there are. It turns out that these are limited but we eventually manage and also collect a pie, bacon and a birthday lemon drizzle cake for later in the week. Home and while my partner reads the Sundays I start the blog. There is still the packing for tomorrow to do, and a Tesco order to be amended but I suspect I will manage to see the football highlights later tonight.
