Greetings

Tweenage boys in the back of a truck by the rugby field shout, “teach me your language!” as I walk by doing my visits in the village.

I throw them a bone. “Hello!”

“Hello! Hello! Hello! Hello! Hello! Hello!” Look, what have you done*.

*From a favorite terrible cookie fortune, not my own words but they have entered my repertoire easily. 

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