This is a land of no plans. Whatever plans we make — however long-planned — will be blown out of the water at short notice. We are forever at the mercy of the plans of others, changing our own at the drop of a hat. We are, of course, always the hospitable host; to adapt to circumstances is a must. Still, even after two decades, I’m yet to get used to this. I like order; to be able to relax a little and not be thrust into complete disarray.
Last modified: 21 September 2024
