I wonder if the picture will stay this time?
Maybe it vanished because it is such a bad one.
I REALLY miss my wonderful beach.
This one was taken in the village where Wendy lived.
The same one I lived in with husband number one before we started all the moving.
I was living with Wendy when he was killed.
And I scattered his ashes there.
Have I told you guys about that?
Mental note…share that little episode of my life.
Back to my fight.
Mex and I went to the airport at nine thirty this morning.
A good blogger friend was landing there from Durban.
And had time to kill before meeting her brother on a later flight.
We went in Mex’s car.
So he was driving.
And he turned into the wrong section of the airport.
To get to the correct place we tried to leave but discovered I first had to put our ticket through the machine.
I got to the nearest machine and it was out of order.
I then discovered the next one was a fair walk away.
And my lungs are not happy.
I got there and popped the ticket in and it asked me for R45-00.
Were they crazy?
I pushed the help button and had a long conversation with the machine.
I explained we had made a mistake and we wanted to get out.
She informed me we were in the bus and taxi area.
I explained that I KNEW that…NOW.
I explained that I thought their signage was pretty poor.
I explained that it was my first visit to their “beautiful” airport.
I explained that we had not even parked the damn car and we just wanted to get the hell out.
And then it started all over again.
With her telling me I was in the flipping bus lane.
With her telling me I was going to have to pay R45-00.
With her telling me how well signposted their airport is.
I then lost it.
Said I was NOT going to pay the money.
Said the signposts sucked.
And asking if this was really the friendly city.
And where was her manager.
She told me to wait.
Then a window nearby opened.
One I had not even noticed.
And a form was pushed through.
Which I filled in and we got out.
Either her manager was more intelligent or she realised she was going to have a nasty scene.
We finally got to our meeting place where Robyn and I chatted up a storm.
And Mex got a glazed look in his eyes.
He thought we would just be having some breakfast and then we would leave.
Men can be SO dumb.
One last thing before I go inside to cook supper.
I believe that several of our male bloggers have the same nasty cold/chest that I have.
So…to Colonialist, Roly and Newsferret…a bit of advice.
If you get up and paint your finger and toenails.
Wash and blowdry your hair.
And put on some makeup.
You will feel a lot better.