A friend, and someone who knows these things, tells me that the police on Falamo Bridge do not have bullets in their Kalashnikovs. At least, they didn’t when he was running the Nigerian budget. They were never given money to buy any, because of their tendency for shooting at people.

This morning I have tried to make bread, but the only flour I could get, although happily locally produced, is ground for making a smelly sloppy porridge. My bread is therefore smelly, with the consistency of hard porridge.