Michael and Patricia called at the house to bid me well. It was a long journey for them, I had supposed to have been present at a family lunch at Patricia’s Mum’s earlier in the day, but I had been unwell. My friends had called to check on my health, thank my family for their presents, and to discuss what had occurred during the week. No explanation was necessary as I understand these things. Family politics are complex affairs. I knew it was a tribal thing and had said as much to Michael when he started to explain at the Wedding. Michael looked fine in his traditional wear, Princess Patricia looked fine as well. They were good clothes; they had been made out of the best cloth. Michael and Patricia chatted with me, but I fell asleep now and again. Michael watched Arsenal beat Newcastle 3-0, as the Premiership is big in Africa. Not quite Match of the Day, and the infill whenever a transmission ceases for some unexplained reason is a cringing affair. A bit like family politics.
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