day 11 in nigeria - one more sleep
at 8.06 this morning, i was woken up for a visitor - turns out the tailor had arrived with all my new clothes. everything fit, and looked like i described it, which is pretty awesome. personal tailoring is kind of cool when it all goes right. in the living room, a hair-dresser (who'd arrived at something like 7.30) was doing my mum's hair. next door, the school kids were singing along with their hugely loud drumming. i felt like maybe i was starting my day a little late. just one more sleep until we leave, and already i've started thinking about work… i charged my phone yesterday, and must the network must have switched itself back on - a flood of work e-mails had got through, a few about a presentation i'm doing at a conference in glasgow in about 10 days. the thought of it makes me feel a little sick, so i've managed for the most part not to think about while i've been away. I really wish I'd ignored those notifications… Last night was my most epic b