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A Bad H’air Day in Zimbabwe
The day started off badly enough. Rising at 5 am reminds me that I’m not an early bird. Not that I’m a night owl either – more of a midday person really. Rush breakfast, bundle the glider into the pickup, scuttle off to fetch the new driver. Looking back with 20/20 hindsight, it’s obvious that I should have simply switched the alarm off and stayed in the sack.