Today is a writing day. It is mid-morning and I am sitting at my desk putting together the next Mission Rwanda newsletter.
Down at the children's project we are continually amazed at their inventiveness and ingenuity.
The dust thrown into the atmosphere from the Icelandic volcano may only be reaching Scotland but the metaphorical fallout has reached as far as the equator.
Good news this week – Kirsty MacArthur is back with us again from Dunbar.
It has taken six months, but we are now at last starting to make some sense of this strange land we have come to.
The street children have been attending school for a month now and we have even heard comments about how polite and well-behaved they are. Somehow, I have my doubts.
Not all anniversaries are anticipated eagerly. In a month’s time Rwanda will remember the start of the genocide sixteen years ago. This is the equivalent of Remembrance Day in Europe.
I was allowed out shopping today. The church accountants’ training classes started on Tuesday and we need to get the office set up for the practical work.
The rains of the other night turned out to have been some of the heaviest we have experienced so far. At one point the air was so thick with water we couldn’t see across the garden.