Sometimes the world seems to conspire against us. Our car broke down yesterday for the second time in a week. It broke down outside the shop of one of the only people in Accra I have ever had a full blown row with. I am usually quite paranoid anyway so you can imagine me standing next to this shop in which it seemed the entire community had come to watch TV. They were of course specking Ga - a langauge in which I can only say thank you... Later I was asured they were just enjoying a normal night out, I of course was imagining otherwise and had a horrendous half hour.
The joys of paranoia, self obssesion and the inability to move on from an incident.