From a walk deprived Granny.
Yesterday, Mark took Jasmine to the top of the mountain behind us.
She had a wonderful time.
Was too exhausted to even greet me when I got home.
I was going to go early this morning.
It was pouring with rain.
So I went back to sleep.
Received the following in my spam box this morning:
How very profound.
I agree with every word they say.
The rain has now stopped.
Which is just as well.
It is Wendy’s birthday.
She is determined to have a braai(BBQ)
Which means I will have to tear myself away from my computer.
Sit on the verandah.
And smell like smoke.
Wendy is 52 today.
I remember her 40th.
She was my boss.
We were sharing her house.
She was dreading her birthday.
Wanted to stay in bed all day.
I left very early in the morning.
When she got to work there were huge forties everywhere.
From her car and into the building and into her office.
Then I threw a party for her that night.
She had a ball.
I believe in facing your fears.
It is amazing our friendship survived that day!
This afternoon she is going for a full body massage(my gift to her)
And a foot massage.
Mex is springing for the foot massage.
He asked for a discount.
She has tiny feet.
Wendy cooked supper last night.
An amazing Thai dish.
Covered in coriander.
She can stay.
Mark washed up.
He can stay too.
However,he leaves on Sunday.
Damn, I didn’t bring any food today.
I am starving.
I must dig in my bag.
I think there is an old apple in there somewhere.
Oh hell, I think there might be a pear too.
Don’t think I want to look now.
No rotten pear.
Just one old apple!
There was drama at the hospital yesterday.
Some guy went beserk and was screaming at his wife.
The police took him away.
She was there for radiation.
Some support she has.
Wendy gave me a bottle of Patrick Holford anti-ageing tablets the other day.
She found out she can’t use them right now.
I have been using them for a week.
They aren’t working!
OK…I have talked enough rubbish for one day.
Have a great weekend.