Brixley again, and again. Just a little side note to my last postlog. The party has been partying deep in the forest for an incalculable number of hours since I lost my Rolex to the Prince of Switzerland in a game of Jungle Poker. The Belarussian Ambassador was last seen riding his zebra (used in our Polo match) westwards (I say riding but it was more holding on for dear life). We also attempted a reinactmentcital of the animal football match from ‘Bedknobs and Broomsticks’ however it failed when Lord Paddington shot the lion who in turn scored an own-goal. Besides we didn’t have a kangaroo (why there was a kangaroo in Africa only Disney will ever know).
One more thing. I dropped my martini shaker in the Zambezi so if anyone downstream could have a look for it, it would be much appreciated.