Alarming

My final full day in the UK for this trip. I eventually booked an outbound flight to take me back to Mozambique, leaving it characteristically late to do so.

As a few of us were working late, the building’s fire alarm sounded. Although the management’s official line was about a faulty sensor, it smelt very much like someone on the floor below had been burning sausages in a microwave.

I’m heading for some field travel with no knowledge of when I might reach a hairdresser’s shop. I squeezed in a cut before travel, and it felt good to lessen the mushrooming. The bulging out of my hair on the upper sides is now a running joke with the stylist, Todd.