Oh this week looks like physical torture. Today Matt opened his big mouth and somehow volunteered me to be a solo dancer in one of the dances we are learning this week. I have to 'do my thing' for a 2 counts of 8, which doesn't sound like much but is torture by humiliation basically. Then we went ice-skating as part of our Zimbabwe team bonding and I pulled a muscle while trying to rescue everyone else in 'freeze-tag'.
Last week a group of us wrote a song because our study was 'Worship'.
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