Arrived back last night, late, after sitting in the middle seat of the middle row of a full flight for eight hours…

I will post more on the con later today, together with photos if they are any good.

Today, though, I have a project meeting at 9.30 am, and I also have to go to the immigration department once more, to beg them to allow me stay yet another year in the country I have called my own for more than 30 years …

Now I wonder why I sometimes get the feeling that this country really, really doesn’t like foreign wives who had the audacity to marry one of their own?

Thirty years is a long time to feel unwanted.