Section 90 is caught napping
On returning to Edinburgh they ate wearily and Nsansa reminded Vernon that they had walked and now she was ready to drop. They ate a rustic pub lunch and headed back to their accommodation.
“Ensha mukwai. Ndinobulanda e Ninaka. Ndefwaya powertulo. Waumfwa?”
“We panono, yes a little, you said ‘drive’, ‘you’re tired’, bweno, but what was it you said you needed?”
“What’s that? Do I have to connect you up to the electric blanket somehow and plug you in?”
With a wan smile and some puzzlement Nsansa asked “What’s an electric blanket?”
“Touché? Nshumfwile. I don’t understand. Ensha mukwai Drive please .” With that Nsansa adjusted her seat into the reclining position and severed all contact with the outside world.
Vernon sighed. It occurred to him, not for the first time, that the least romantic thing in the free world was a romantic weekend.
When they got to their room Nsansa clambered into bed and Vernon wondered what to do with himself in the darkened room. A moment later he noted that lying on top of Nsansa’s sleeping form in the bed was the room’s ‘Do not disturb sign’.
“Chuh” grumbled Vernon as he lay down on top of the duvet, ‘bet there’s no word for ‘tact’ in Bemba. Worn out from the driving, the walking, the second guessing and the mess he’d left behind at home, Vernon also plugged into a power nap of his own.
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