Well, we are approaching the end of March and time to move on to the next phase of the Mission Rwanda project.
One of the joys of living on the equator is that at night there is often perfect darkness.
It has to be said that alongside the picture-perfect images of desert, savannah and jungle is an Africa that is altogether dirtier and smellier.
There has been much wailing and gnashing of teeth in East Africa this last few weeks, most of it coming from a particular corner of Kiwangala.
Village life continued this week in it's usual chaotic manner. The big excitement was Justine's new baby which, after some complications, was brought into the world safe and well.
Africa is a timeless place. Literally. Many Africans don't have watches and those that do rely on the ones that don't for their timekeeping.
News has reached the equator that the south of England is officially in drought and faces a hosepipe ban.
Tragedy struck the other day. I lost my shirt. For avoidance of doubt, and in case anyone thinks I have been putting our last shillings on a horse, the truth is even worse than that.