I have a cold.
If I were a man I would have flu.
However,so far, it is just a cold.
I feel rotten.
Just so you all know.
Think I will throw myself a pity party.
You are all invited.
I went to visit a friend in Simonstown yesterday.
She lives on the side of a mountain.
In a house.
The above is the view from her sun lounge and her office.
I would never get any work done.
This old man is one of three that live in her garden.
He is ginormous.
His poop is the same size as a large dog’s poop.
I don’t think I want one.
Actually, I can’t see the point in having a tortoise.
The don’t rush to meet you when you come home.
They don’t attack intruders.
They don’t play at being cute.
You don’t know if they dislike you intensely.
Or adore you.
I have heard they can be tasty.
Another early morning picture.
The stunning weather continues.
Now it is lunchtime.
Think I might just go home.
Curl up in a foetal position.
And moan gently.