Thirty one thousand feet above the ground. Vanessa Henman is trying to sleep, thoguh she can't get comfortable, in all her clothes. She has moved her watch to Ugandan time, she is getting ready for life in Kampala, and in Kampala, it is 1.15 AM, so there is not many hours before she has to wake up again. They will be landing at 7.45, breakfast should arrive around 6.45, which should be in the middle of the night in London, and all this maths is making her anxious. Besides, last night she did not sleep at all. Perhaps it is the Malarone, which always affects her, her little red pills which should keep her safe from cerebral malaria, though as she told her friend Fifi, 'There's no 100 per cent guarantee, you know. It is slightly risky, even with Malarone. And Malarone does have side effects.' She wanted Fifi to think her brave, because Fifi has certainly never been to Africa, but Fifi just remarked in her casual way, 'I knew somebody who used homoeothapy instead.'

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