Tuesday, 25 November 2014

Camp Diary: Day 8


Dear diary, I think I'm becoming razz. When did I start speaking Yoruba? Beau is going to deny me when I get home :(. Blame it on the fact that I sleep opposite a room full of Yoruba women who think the dorm is a market square. They shout all the time. Lord save my ear drums. And the next room are always fighting over stolen goods. It is well

The soldiers won't let me be, they've made up their mind that I must match on POP day, despite my messing up on purpose. Arghhhhhhh I don't want to!! Oh and I ended up in handcuffs, LOL. Don't worry, platoon joke, nothing serious 

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