The 77-gun salute scheduled to mark my own entry to my 78th year in this vale of tears yesterday apparently didn't occur. Perhaps the military, always early risers, held the event before I was awake. If so I forgive them, but just this once. Any further lapses will entail severe punishment.
Today has been deemed my official birthday and there is to be a cake. Herself comments that I 'wasn't the life and soul of the party' last night. That's putting it mildly, and I fear today will be just as morose on my part.
In North Africa rifles are often fired at weddings. Indeed sometimes people gallop along on horses or camels waving rifles in the air with one hand and firing them at random. It will surprise no one that sometimes people are shot accidentally or have their mounts randomly shot from under them (out of pure carelessness usually, I'm sure...).
Last edited by: Armel Coussine on Sun 30 Aug 15 at 15:12
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