Where is Home?
[Just landed back in London] Is "home" a place? How broad is that place? A way of wrangling the wrench of leaving is not to do so - instead, to let Home span the worlds. Malawi has no off switch. You can't leave it. It goes with you. I don't even remember eating breakfast. My brain has completely hidden from me the last bowl of maize porridge, so that there is no end. Did I add honey, or did I just let it be as it is? Lucy and Linda came to the Visitors' Lodge on Saturday morning just as we were doing final packing. A moment to video a "tour" of the now tidy space (we did rather spread out!) so others can see where they might spend 10 days next year. Lucy plays the guide, and we improvise a running commentary that includes the comfortable mattresses, the taps that spin (the tap itself, not the bit that you wind to let the water out), the electric hot shower that works because Phil figured out this morning what was wrong with it, the electric...