No pop corn :((

Attendance of the Good News club is starting to become quite thin. I started the first lesson on the life of David. Although we were few (only 4 children) it was still good to remember the story of the shepherd boy whose trust in his God was so firm that a giant was treated as being of no account.
I have been looking for a pair of jeans to buy, for the past 6 months. My 2 pairs are worn so often that they are beginning to look a bit sad. AT LAST I found a pair of black jeans that fit me. They were lying under some other clothes at the back of a ‘general store’. Shopping is a real art on St Helena. One often has to call in at all 6 stores that sell groceries in Jamestown in order to find the items on your shopping list; and even then, there is no guarantee that you will always find what you want. Improvising with what you have becomes a way of life. Recipes become mere guidelines.

The island is also out of pop corn at the moment. Very sad for Art and Graeme. And there is no assurance that there will be any brought in on the next shipment.

2pm there was a farewell social for Basil George, who was one of the founding members of Shape. We had a BBQ on the Shape grounds. Graeme and I are starting to feel like part of the community.