After a summer of autumn-esque weather, the thunderstorms finally cleared and gave the global warming activists something to moan about. It escapes me how those humans can worship such a phenomena; then again I suppose they do have sweat glands.

Earlier in the week I had the opportunity to make acquaintance with an old friend of mine; she had recently returned from her latest peregrination around Kenya. Much time has passed since we last met and I was anticipative of that evening. In true form she kept us entertained into the small hours with tales of her escapades; the lions and tigers, and the exquisite scenery out there.


The next evening I attended a family barbeque. I had my doubts at first as there would be so many of the little kittens about and the older family members can be so bromidic, but it turned out to be quite entertaining. The kittens chased me incessantly and one of them nearly burnt his mouth on the sparrow legs. But after they settled in for their cat naps and the rest exchanged stories under the star light it was worth it.

By the end of the week I had recovered from the previous excitements through frequent napping; itching from boredom I departed on one of my many shopping trips. I always find the need to buy something, and it was not long before I found myself looking longingly through the windows of travel agents. Images of Kenya caught my eye as Katelyn's stories ran through my head; a couple next to me were eying up a weekend break in Norway, but I told them to forget it.