December 14th

And I stupidly returned again this morning, because the teacher begged me to help out with making Christmas biscuits with the children.

As a special gift for the parents. And I’m a sucker for special gifts.

Forty children, 37 degree temperatures and three hours later we were half way through the job.

I went home. Hungry. Fatigued. Over the whole thing.

But guilt got the better of me, so I returned a few hours later. Only to have to help them package the biscuits for the parents.

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