Granny can’t believe it.

 

Hello All.

So…I went out onto the verandah this morning and saw rain.
You know that wet stuff that comes out of the sky?
Everywhere but here.
The rain, or rather drizzle, was about two hundred yards away towards the sea.
I could see it.
I could smell it.
Hell I could taste it.
I went for a shower and when I came back it had vanished.
It never bloody reached my house.
Much less the ash heap behind my house.
The rain gods are playing silly buggers with me.

Much,much later.

Have cleaned out the vacuum cleaner bag.
Yech.
Mopped floors.
Yech.
Had a nap.
That was quite good.

I did something I haven’t  done since I was a teenager, last night.
Get your minds out of the gutter.
I skipped to the end of a book.
I was reading a Dean Koonz book.
Involving aliens.
Now, I don’t mind aliens too much.
Heck…ET was cute.
But this story also involved a little boy.
A little boy+aliens+terror.
Couldn’t do it.
Now that I know the kid survived I MIGHT go back and read it.
But I doubt it.
I HAVE to find another author.

Mex was supposed to be coming home on Sunday.
That reminds me…I must go and start his car.
He phoned to tell me the ticket on Sunday is R1800.
One way.
Good old 1time.
If he flies back on Monday it is half that price.
I will have to be nice to my boss this week so I can take my lunch early to fetch Mex.

He is looking forward to coming home.
He took a few YEARS to get used to Cape Town but he says East London is the pits.
He was born there.
Spent his whole life there.
He says it has gone to the dogs.
I haven’t been back since I left….10 years ago.
I am lucky.
I settle and nest in ten minutes flat.
I miss my dear friends but not the place.

And now….having said very little about nothing at all…I am off to cook supper.
Stew and dumplings on the menu.
Anyone want to come over?

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