Mark’s mother Maureen has asked why we don’t hear from him and so, because mothers are important this blog is completely dedicated to my two favourite males, in which I record and transcribe their chat.
Introducing Mark, the husband
And Melo the dog.
Melo: Mark, Mark, Mark, hey Mark, Mark, over here Mark, Mark
Mark: Grrrrr yes Melo, what is it?
Melo: Ruth says we can talk Mark, we never talk, can we, can we?
Melo: Every day you open the gate. In the morning. I don’t like the gate being opened, bad dogs are on the other side of the gate, where do you go?
Mark: well Melo, unlike you, I have a job. My assignment is to work as a business skills trainer for IADE Instituto De Apoio ao Dezenvoliment Emprearial which is the Timor-Leste’s government owned and operated business training establishment. IADE’s role is to provide training and support to people to start a business, develop an existing business and then to maintain the profitability of the business into the future…..Melo?
Melo: Oh sorry, just chewing on this flea on my tail, you were saying….
Mark: My role is to support the IADE staff by providing mentoring and coaching to support IADE’s existing programmes and to seek out new opportunities to keep IADE at the fore front of business training in 2020 and beyond.
Melo: hmmm what? Flea. Is Ruth home yet? Is she? Is she?
Mark: soon. I also…….. Melo, are you licking my leg?
Melo: Oops sorry.
Mark: Basically Melo I’m there to support them to help others to help themselves.
Melo: Right. I have noticed you have changed colour. What has happened to your coat? It was white and now its brown. Like me.
Mark: What? Oh, that’ll be the the sun
Melo: and you’re skinnier? Do you have worms? I’ve had worms. Urgh worms. Itchy. Ruth fixed my worms, did she fix yours?
Mark: no Melo, no worms.
Melo: what do you love about Timor-Leste?
Mark: Oh Melo I love the heat and the sea and the people. And the chaos and colour.
Melo: me too.
Mark: I don’t love the parties til 8am or that Rooster.
Melo: oh him, I don’t like him either.
Mark: or the traffic
Melo: Oh the scooters, the scooters, the scooters, I could chase them, I could, it’s too hot, I won’t chase them, but I could
Mark: what do you love about Timor-Leste Melo?
Melo: I love the freedom. There’re no chains, no kennels, no collars, no vets taking away my important boy parts. I can come and go as I please. I love my friends, except that evil one eyed dog down the road, I love the sun….sleeping on the gravel pile. I love the shade.
And I love the food Ruth gives me and when she rubs my tummy, and scratches the bottom of my tail.
Mark: oh me too Melo, me too.