I resume my blogging vice

Now then, folks, I’m sort of back, probably on a fairly frequent basis until I have my op and am transformed from a healthy (if overworked and stressed out) individual into a bedridden wreck for a few weeks.

This, however, is good, and I look forward to the rest and navel-contemplation that will surely ensue.

The last weeks have been as full as a porn star in a threesome thanks to trip to Cape Town with my frenetic boss to see some customers and get stuck in traffic. My boss is a lark in traffic.

‘Why are they hooting at me?’ she cries in a tone of injured virtue while a solid wall of moving metal threatens us with sudden death.

‘Er… I think it’s because you’re supposed to give way to oncoming traffic when turning right’ (Note: We drive on the left like the good old British. Sings the Marsellais. Oops that’s wrong. Never mind)

We had some fun with vehicle electrical problems too. Taking the owner of the business to meet important clients who get to see us push starting our pickup after each appointment tickles my funny bone for some reason.

We ended up stranded in Strand (an area of Cape Town) while our motor’s innards got ripped out and replaced with other innards that would take a day to arrive.

Anyway, it worked out well in the end (Read: ‘I now have a shitload of work to do on top of the stuff that I was already employed for ie growing plants’)

Oh. And I had the beast of a cold / flu. I wish one could plan flu in one’s diary ‘Flu? Must I? Oh well then let’s say we’ll do it on the third and fourth of March, shall we?’

However, all is not beastly. I have Found the Witnesses to my Mother’s Will (dramatic capitalization excusable): a constable and an inspector of the Stanford police force, none less. Am I a nasty person for not telling my brother in case he decides to spend money on contesting the will on the grounds that I wrote it? Perhaps.

Ooooh! I feel so wicked!

Now where was I?

Oh yes: cock a hoop, overjoyed and gloating like a villain. Now I have to go and blow my nose.

Eh? The pic? Part of table mountain, of course!