Another birthday away
Margaret and I called Andrew about 6:30 this morning to wish him a happy 26th birthday.
It was 1:30 in the afternoon in Tanzania, lunchtime at the secondary school where he teaches. He was having a meal of fish, cabbage and ugali.
The students sang to him at morning assembly and gave him hand-made cards.
This is Andrew's third birth overseas, the last two in Africa. He was studying in Glasgow in the spring of 2002 but celebrated his 21st with relatives in Belfast. His cousin, Chris McKendry, took him out on the town.
"I drank some whiskey and beer and kissed a lot of Irish girls," Andrew recalled.
None of that today, but have a good one anyway, son.