Black in London

Hi all

I'm back in London now, after a three night stop in Frankfurt. My sister picked me up in our recently purchased second-hand Nissan Micra (she'd never sat behind a steering wheel when I'd left!), so I didn't have any problems carrying back all the textbooks I'd bought. The first thing she did when we got back home, though, was a bit strange. She'd got it into her head that spending two months in Egypt and swimming in the Nile (I stupidly went in once) would morph me into a different creature, and she spent five minutes inspecting me from head to foot for any changes before pronouncing me normal. That night I did the same, and there have been a few alterations. First of all, I'm expectedly much darker – I'd pass off as a Nubian no problem – but the distribution of the tan isn't uniform, and you can easily tell the style of sandals that I wore for much of the trip's duration. Secondly, I'm thinner! I put on a couple of kilos in Assiut, but I lost them and more subsequently, and I'm now only 90% Moc. Finally, during my stay I'd gradually developed these absurd stretch marks around my shoulder and groins, but after a week in Europe they're all gone. I think they were due to sleeping in a star shape in an effort to maximise my surface area and cool down during the stiflingly hot nights in Egypt, and thankfully I don't have to do that any more. Boy did I miss British weather!

Hope you're well,
Moc