It kicked off last night with my housemates. It was inevitable really. It is lucky the girls are off down south to the beaches for a couple of days otherwise the atmosphere would suffocate all three of us today. I say inevitable because putting a bunch of strangers together in a foreign land in sometimes testing circumstances is bound to reach snapping point at some stage, particularly if a bloke aged forty two lives with two girls in their early twenties.
The row started because the girls did not lock the house the other night. You wouldn't leave your front door open in England so I am not sure why you might think it ok to do it here in Sierra Leone. I was furious when I got up in the morning and found the front door unlocked and unbolted. Any Tom, Dick or Alimamy could have wandered into the house.
The subject is discussed in the evening and predictably leads to mention of other multiple irritations in our cohabitation. It is pretty apparent that my house mates will breath a sigh of relief when I depart Makeni next week. As nice as the girls are I will also be pleased to get out of their hair.
I try to change the subject to: 'Did you hear about the meteorite impact in the Urals? What would you do if they suddenly announced that that massive asteroid passing close to the earth tonight was due to hit the earth?'
"Don't know, probably go to the beach."
"I'm not sure the taxi drivers would fancy running you down to the peninsula if the world was about to come to an end. Wouldn't you try to survive? I would climb Wusum Hill and look for some caves."
"When your time is up, it's up." Charlotte remarks in a monotone voice.
Clearly it was time for me to call it a night.