Section 61 looks overseas mistily
One of the guests referred positively to the United World College in Swaziland. His spine tingled hopefully.
Nsansa sensed his excitement. “See darling” she whispered, “you were meant to be here this afternoon.”
His heart jumped hopefully when the guest offered to put him in touch with his contact there. ‘Just forward me your email and I’ll send you a number of addresses, ok?’ Couldn’t come at a better time thought Vernon. He was revelling in an unfiltered nonsense-free day in which he had been both entertained and goaded by nostalgic allusions to Africa. As Nsansa made her way back to Newmarket for work in the morning, he drove home wrapped in thought. Finally, by the time he pulled the duvet over his head and sleep enfolded him , he was well and truly cocooned in the mists of Africa.
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