Nie op my nugter maag nie!

(Not on an empty stomach! ).

The hostess spirtles the porridge. I gaze dolefully into the garden over my Darjeeling. The muffled, but excited tones of a Southern African voice emanate from the lounge.

In bounces the energetic mother-to-be.

That was Mom says she. She was confused between the left and right ears of an elephant. The one looks like the map of Africa and the other doesn't. We're in taxidermy. I'll have to Google it...

Expectant taxidermists prior to porridge is a bit beyond me...