I’ve just come back from saying goodbye to Katt at the airport [sniff]. I can hardly remember when I last had such an enjoyable weekend. I also wish to place officially on record my indebtedness to Flyboy for being so unutterably cool about this. Yoo da Man! I could kiss you. Actually, I think I will. I’ve got big sloppy wet kiss with your name written all over it, so you’d better pucker up the next time I’m in the Eastern Cape*!
I took the day off on Friday and we went off to Kirstenbosch to hug trees, curse butterflies and generally commune with Nature. We (and by “we”, I mean “I”) also tortured poor M with cruel text messages like “We’re having lunch at Kirstenbosch. The weather is absolutely glorious. How are things at work, by the way?” If you happened to feel a temperature spike in the city early on in the afternoon – that was probably no coincidence.
M got her revenge by showing us her shiny new car when we went over to her place for dinner on Saturday evening. It is indeed shiny and I suppose I should have been more complimentary at the time, but I was too busy choking down my jealousy. Her bulldog took an instant shine to me, which would have been fine if he didn’t have the breath of Satan (burglars take note!). Fortunately, I was shortly banished to the kitchen while the ladies discussed power tools and hunting – in other words, a perfectly typical evening in the suburbs.
Sunday was less structured, although we did manage to play a game or two of Scrabble. This sounds a lot more intellectual than it actually was, because we were sorely tempted to go the Redneck Rules route (do you know how many points “dawg” is worth on a triple-word score? A lot!).
Sadly, all good things must come to an end and experience in this regard does damn-all to cushion the blow. If you need me – I’ll be over here in the corner, brooding.
* Although this may end badly. Very badly. He owns lots of guns.