So I am back from my short week's visit to my grandmother. Seeing her and being in her garden was as usual the most wonderful time for me, at least till the last few days…
I took some pictures of course and here they are. This is my grandmother’s house and seen to the right is a corner of the lil guest house in which we always stay.

It has three bedrooms and a sitting room as well as a tiny lil kitchen and of course the usual other necessities. There are two such little houses. The other one seen here on the left has two bed rooms above the garage for the people who come to do an internship with my gran.

There are two further bedrooms and a sort of sitting room behind the garage where Nina and my brother stayed. Both these houses are any thing but the height of luxury and are quite damp really meaning that the paint peels in places etc. But we have gotten used to it over the years since we all know that while my grandmother’s eagle eyes do not miss the tiniest little fault in her garden and is obsessively perfectionist there, she is quite blind for her own house and requires no more than the basic comforts. (Different story all together when she goes travelling!)
But as I mentioned above the last 2 or 3 days were somewhat wrecked for all of us cause unfortunately a family fight broke out. Without going into detail it concerned one of my uncles and his choices in life which, as usual with this extremely egocentric man, had far reaching consequences. So when I drove off on the 1^st of August to catch my tunnel passage to England I left behind a grandmother who looked more tiny and frail than ever before. She of course suffers the most when her children fight…
More pics can be seen here.

This is almost all except that I also wanted to tell you about a series of books that I completely and utterly love even though I have only listened to them as audiobooks and haven’t actually read any. I am talking about the now 8 books of Alexander McCall Smith’s on Mma Ramotswe’s experiences with her Number 1 Ladies Detective Agency. I love these books for the simple and heart warming wisdom of its heroine and the way every day life in Botswana is described. McCall Smith only lightly skims over AIDS that is actually ravaging that country. But this according to his comments on his Random House page he does not to make light of a very grave problem but rather to show another and positive side of an Africa he clearly loves. And this he does so very well that his characters have become like well loved friends. I knew very little about Botswana but the pride and love in which Mma Ramotswe speaks of her country and the humour and humanity in which McCall describes all his characters make me want to visit this country very much. So if any of you have the time for some simple but lovely books I do recommend you pick up one about Mma Ramotswe. Or if like me you drive a lot, do try and get the audiobooks. They are all narrated by Adjoa Andoh whose voice and abilities for different accents and speech patterns I have come to love and deeply admire. She is truly a pleasure to listen to!

And now tsamaya sentle my dear readers.