Sometimes, after I've woken from one of my famed deep sleeps, I do wonder why I've woken up. It's so warm, cosy, secure and relaxing I feel the need to remain there forever and forgo life. When I think of the day ahead and the many things I must attend to, (i.e. throwing cabbages at my neighbour, making sure my slugs breed, writing the odd word of children's fiction, creating the peace deal between North and South Korea), it does make me question as to whether it's all worth it. I love sleeping and there's no place I'd rather be. However, to support this habit I know I must do certain things so I kick myself into gear, put one slug with the other, make myself a cuppa and run outside, grab up a cabbage and hurl. I must say, I do find it all rather invigorating after all.
In Maputo I am known for my love of tinned tuna.