When one has nothing to say ...

Upon sitting down to write a blog entry this morning I realised I had nothing to say. Blank. Vacant. Void. 

I thought of speaking about the horrible coffee in Madagascar, but I've done that too often. Then I thought of regaling you with the hilarious happenings at school (that's always a winner), but it wasn't a particularly funny week - apart, maybe, to everyone who experienced my Chernobyl-sized meltdown on Friday with the Grade 8s, Grade 4s and a couple of teachers all at once ... Ahem! "Mr Robin do you realise you have a very red head," one shocked student noted ... That didn't help either.

Then I thought I'd speak about how difficult it is to make friends cross-culturally, and what a challenge it can be to move from the comfort of one's home environment to the unknowns of a different land - different languages, cultures, senses of humour, work ethics, communication, outlooks on life (need I go on) - but my sister tells me I shouldn't get too serious on my blog, so, rather than upset her, that topic too was out... 

My dear friend Kim is one of the greatest "fans" of my photographs, which he has pointed out on numerous occasions have insipid colouring, skew horizons, and are over-photoshopped (meaning they don't qualify as real photos). Fortunately Photoshop is my new best friend, and so, as I have so little to say, I leave you with these "works of art" from church last Sunday.

Some visitors at the kids' cooldrink table

Having fun after church - a Midgley boy and Fanilo.

Evan? Reece? These Midgley boys all look the same - especially with a cone on the head.

Judah, the little Canadian man ...

Andrea ... because I love playing on/with Photoshop

Discussing what they learnt at kids' ministry

Hide and seek ...