Good evening, one and all, from the Lifestyle Support Guru!
I had fully intended writing about the positive aspects of friends travelling to far-off places, but that will have to wait for another time because, once again, I have been asked to solve a problem. This one does not involve dresses tucked into knickers, but is rather different, as you will see below (unless, of course, the monkeys mentioned below are wearing dresses and knickers, in which case you need to check that you have not just been drugged and kidnapped by a touring circus. If this IS the case, then that’s a different problem altogether, which I may address in a separate post…):
Dai Of Tanzania writes:
“Unlike the other African countries I’ve been to, Tanzania has a LOT of wildlife and the local monkeys like bananas and peaches and will come in through your window to grab them and then chuckle merrily as they leave, just as you stand and watch open mouthed at the audacity. LSG any suggestions?”
Many of you will think that the obvious answer is NOT to leave your windows open, but monkeys can be devious little creatures – if they cannot get in through the windows, they may well come knocking at your door, dolled up in dresses and knickers to make you think they are just some small, hairy person in need of a banana or two because you have just bought up the local area’s supply of the fruit.
Dai Of Tanzania, you need to tackle this from a different angle and I suggest the following: buy some ceramic fruit (if there is none available, help set up a little cottage industry, thus supporting the local economy) and place in a bowl in the living room, leaving the windows open. You then sit outside (in dress and knickers if you wish) and watch the monkeys stream in through the windows, ready to snaffle your fruit (if I may use such a phrase without offending anyone). You then chuckle merrily as they try to eat the fruit and find that they have broken all their teeth and will have to live on disgusting fruit smoothies for the rest of their lives. This, of course, raises a different problem – they may well come back and nick your blender so that they can make disgusting fruit smoothies to live on for the rest of their lives, but I will address that another day…
Dai Of Tanzania (I feel I know you well enough, so may I call you DOT for short?), I hope this will help you to deal with your little problem and I look forward to hearing that you are no longer plagued with chuckling monkeys who are just after your bananas and peaches…
Sleep well, everyone, and may your dreams be monkey-free!