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I’m married to Jill from Home Improvement

There’s a scene in the TV show Home Improvement where Tool Time Tim’s wife Jill insists on talking to him as she walks into another room, her words becoming increasingly harder to make out.

This is a scenario which is played out at least once a week in our house.

“By the way, did you remember to…” A’s voice trails away as she leaves the room we’re both in and walks into another.

“What? I didn’t catch that last bit.” I raise my head slightly higher, straining to hear anything over a spinning washing machine and noisy kettle about to reach boiling point.

“I said, did you remember…” A’s voice rises but as she’s still walking in the opposite direction from where I stand I can’t make out the rest of the sentence.

“I still can’t hear you,” frustration creeps into my voice and I add. “I can’t hear you because I’m standing in a room full of noise and you’re three rooms away.”

“Well I can hear you,” comes the equally vexed reply. “The real issue is you’re a bit deaf.”

The real issue is I struggle to make out words spoken from the other side of a series of barriers consisting of thick, stone walls.

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The Woman with The Pipe

I don’t know how I feel about the woman with the pipe. I’m not sure if I prostituted myself or not; paying to satisfy an urge. But then don’t many transactions boil down to simply paying for something you want?

The Woman with the pipe, Mindelo, Sao Vicente, Cape Verde

This is the ethical dilemma I mulled over. I wanted the classic Mindelo shot of an old woman smoking a pipe and she wanted a couple of coins. No harm done, except to fuel a potential notion that all you have to do to get money out of tourists is to sit and smoke a pipe.

It doesn’t encourage ‘real’ work. On the other hand, she’s an old dame. I’m hardly encouraging a life away from tending crops in the fields.

I tell myself it’s no different from throwing a couple of coins in a busker’s hat. She’s street theatre.

I tell myself.

But there’s still a niggle of doubt.