I had a particularly restless night last night due mainly to the fact that I start my motor bike lessons tomorrow. The worries are:
Will I roast to death in the helmet and jacket?
Will I have to ride along Kairaba Avenue (the equivalent to Marble Arch)?
Will I fall off?
After considering all these options my concentration shifted to the various noises coming into the bedroom from outside. It struck me as a kind of African trifle with many different levels of noise that continued all through the night.
At the bottom end were the hundreds and thousands of bull frogs with their deep resonating croak.
Then you have the dogs which bark to each other all night long.
In the middle are the various insects and grasshoppers which sit in trees making a constant chirruping noise reminiscing of old western movies.
The cockerels of course, have to join in with the conversation as do the birds as dawn approaches.
And finally at around 5am the Imam calls the faithful to prayer through his very efficient PA system.
I lay there remembering with fondness the double-glazed UPVC perfectly fitted windows of my little bungalow in Poole. Where one silent, gentle movement of the handle would eradicate all noise forever.
The next thing I knew it was morning and the African trifle had somehow lulled me off to sleep.