Ghana Sal is no more

I have now been home for... a week and three days. Steve tells me I still speak as if I am still in Ghana, but on Saturday I did unpack all my things and tidy up my room finally! Currently I am sorting through my pictures to put into an album. I have calculated that with three photos per page the photo album I have will allow 144 photos. I have shortlisted 286... I think I will buy another one!

I was told that on coming back to England I would experience some "re-entry shocks". Most of these actually were involved in water so that for most of my first day home I was running around the house exclaiming at the taps and machines and yelling about this and that, even making my parents stand over the washing machine and think about handwashing. Towels and sheets were a nightmare!

I can not describe the joy when I ran the tap in the kitchen and was able to DRINK this water. It suddenly came over me that I would not only be able to drink this but that the water would run every day, all day, and never again would I seriously have to think about the quantity and availability of water. I no longer have to consider the tubs and decide how much there is until the pipes are opened again, and therefore whether I can wash my clothes, or even wash my hair. All I need to do is press a button and I will have hot, hot water and my clothes or dishes can wash themselves whilst I occupy myself with something far more pleasant. Furthermore, I don't have to venture outside to buy drinking water and stumble back carrying all those very heavy water bags!

On returning to England I went to the butchers and Sainsburys and bought a vast quanitity of food that I had missed the most in Ghana. Cheese, salami, sliced bread, fruit, carrots, sausages, yogurt, crisps, biscuits and milk. I also got more eggs than I ever would have done! I turned on the TV. I ran around with my dogs. I lay on my comfy, big bed (although I missed Anna and nearly got suffocated by the duvet when I slept!) and went out and enjoyed the lovely, green English countryside.

I miss my children. I can look at the pictures and think about how cute they are! I went to Alton Towers on Friday and I could really imagine taking some of the older ones (Maabena, Kofi, Kojo, Eddie or Abraham) around on all the little rides.

So now Ghana Sal is gone, as my nice tan will be too. But I hope to go back one time in the future!

Love, UK Sal xxxxxxxx