My friend's guard said to her one morning, "Wintah now, Shaine." (Having a guard live in the courtyard of your house is standard.)
And all these kids at school have started wearing sweaters.
And they insist on turning off the air conditioners in the classrooms, or they get too cold.
I seriously doubt it has gone below 95 degrees this week.
Our school is so very dependent on the US. We seem to run entirely on 8 1/2 by 11 inch paper, which is strange, because Sudan (and Europe, and it seems like everbody else) uses A4. Today we got one of our long-awaited shipments, and all my teachers were thrilled about their new books and stuff. I got my hands on a shiny English Department copy of The Wide Sargasso Sea, which makes me happy.