guards....

i was really pissed yesterday afternoon.
when i came back from my weekend grocery shopping, 400 meters away from home on the muddy road a brown dog passed by. it looked almost like molly, but i thought she must be inside my garden as always, but coming closer: it indeed was MOLLY! total confused, strolling the bushes and looked like lost direction.i opened the car door and she almost stormed into the car's backseat.
so, we drove home, and it was the first time i was really really angry with my house stuff. it was actually the fault of "lucky Fred" the replacement day&night guard, who opened the gate and didnt check if molly was back in.
puhhhh..... and thats the thing i hardly get used to here in uganda, because it is so different: talking, thinking, advising, paying, organizing, controlling, and speaking about the day& night guards.

but, to be fair, my day guard Mustafa, he is worth every money: my chaos never looked that clean and tidy like it is now, he picks flowers for the table, and even my bathroom mats have been shrubbed and bleached to shiny newly white.