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Men don’t get periods (well, we did joke about whether Irish Dave was the alpha female of the group and whether we were all going to synchronise with him the other week), but I often wander whether men are just as susceptible to some kind of cycle. And that’s not the kind with a bell and a basket on the front, though they are still a danger round here.

I have felt rotten all week, but there’s nothing really wrong with me. I’m lucky. One girl has a nasty ear infection, another has been laid out with what the doctor thought might have been salmonella or typhoid (or both), and another fell off her bike yesterday and now has a bad back. I am describing the plight of numerous women here as I am surrounded by mostly women. Most of the people who come here to volunteer are female, leaving the few remaining males overwhelmed, very happy, or craving conversation about anything but shopping – and often all three.

I could have malaria. It turns out that one chap went to another country feeling a bit ropey, and it turns out he’d had malaria. And dengue fever. I’m thinking however it is more likely that I just can’t be bothered to do anything, and I’d rather sit on my arse with Johnny Cash on the stereo.

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