All well." Occasionally I used to be allowed a tiny white roll for breakfast, but it had to last for dinner too.

Mr.Weil bought the last remaining turkey for L5, with the intention of giving a feast on Her Majesty's birthday, and the precious bird had to be kept under a Chubb's lock and key till it was killed.

No dogs or cats were safe, as the Basutos stole them all for food.

But all the while we were well aware our situation might have been far worse.

The rains were over, the climate was glorious, fever was fast diminishing, and, in spite of experiencing extreme boredom, we knew that the end of the long lane was surely coming..