tayte & kat

jordan & kat

the lizard we saved from the jaws of  

           Lance, the cat, today

Kat and our cats. Lance is the orange one. He’s called Lance, the Hunter. He was named after Lance Armstrong.

He’s Kat’s cat. He likes lizards.

our angel Kat

Kat at the club this afternoon. it’s been too cold for swimming most days. Loads of rain.

an elephant Brian saw last month

Jordan’s ‘James Bond’ pose

Okay, so there wasn’t any tongue. Kidding - there was. No, kidding again. There wasn’t.

 

It was a simple kiss. On my neck.

   Greetings here in Kenya between women involve great enthusiasm, a partial hug and a long handshake doing-all-sorts-of-things-with-it and then a final cheek-to-cheek with a possible kiss on the cheek (or neck, as was the case today.)

 

    I’ve known Mama Emma (no - I’m not putting her down by calling her that, in Kenya --- to know a first name of a woman is disrespectful - - - but to call her Mama and then the name of one of her children is the most respectful thing to do) ---- for around 6 years now. I love her. She had passed by yesterday to pick  up a packet from Sig for the 2 Legacy girls ---- Emma and Mercy Lynn.

 

      We greeted each other. Talked. Caught up on the week’s events. And then when she left we said good-bye and did a Kenyan farewell (similar to a hello - cool.)

 

         Aaah, she kissed my neck. :)

                        I’m a lucky girl.