Restless Natives

I am about to watch the movie Restless Natives. It is a quintessential Scottish movie. It is charming and funny and harmless. I think. I last watched it when I was very young so I am not sure. I hope it is not crapola.

DVDs are a big part of life out here. Sad really, but escapism really works and there is nothing quite like locking yourself away and watching an old movie that you once loved. That Kim has baked buns is the icing on the cake, if you will. I am full of lasagne, but I can manage a cake or two. Indeed, I may have several. For it is Sunday evening and hang the expense!

On Friday, Roger is coming with a team of missionaries to pick up litter in Zithulele. I am excited about that and sad to miss it. Only risk is that it is all white Americans doing the up-picking. I hope he gets the community involved and am sure he will. Saturday is Nelson Mandela Day (his 91^st birthday) and people are encouraged to do something good for their community, so it seems an excellent opportunity to get folk mobilised.

Roger has managed to convince the hospital management to allow two big bins outside their gate. They will dispose of the rubbish that gathers too, which is awesome. The place is a complete kip, so we hope that this little measure improves things a bit. You can’t really blame people for tossing their rubbish on the ground when there is no refuse service in the village. Still gets on my nerves though. Having said all of that, I have seen friends of mine throw rubbish on the street in Glasgow when a bin was nearby. You know who you are and you are a tit.

Time for Restless Natives and a cake.

Restless Natives was very good. A sweet movie that shamelessly pushes Scotland as a tourist destination. Tonight (for it is days later now) must watch Kim’s choice of film. That means, to my utter resignation, The Accidental Bride. I am not even sure if that is the title but it is something like that and it already smells fairly bad. Yes, we are 20 minutes in and I am considering punching myself in the face so hard that I go to sleep.

Seeing some old friends on Sunday when we go to a swanky game reserve. It is not called safari. If you call it safari, South Africans take the piss. It is a game lodge. And it sounds real nice. A top place to see friends that we haven’t in ages and we are delighted that they are coming pretty close to us. Delighted that they made it onto the plane really, as two amongst them have a reputation for missing flights abroad. PJ and Douglas went to T in the Park and still managed to get on the plane the next day. Incredible. Crawford apparently will not know that he is going to South Africa until he is there and Alexis is the brains behind the operation.

The Accidental Bride was bad. Love Pete.