Am taking no chances this evening.
Am typing this in Word.
Day two of my diet(that four letter word again)
I have had no bread.
I had had no chocolate.
I have had no potatoes.
I think I have lost 10kgs.
Mex says he can’t see it.
I think he needs glasses.
I am very annoyed with myself at the moment.
I had set myself some goals.
Not a lot and not too big.
I told myself I HAVE to get my business up and running.
I have done very little.
I NEED to get financially independant.
Every day I have said I will drive to the beach.
And go for a nice long walk with Jasmine.
It has yet to happen.
I have books to read.
I haven’t done it.
I have e-mails to write.
Not going to happen today.
I got home from work.
Got onto the receiver of revenue to sort out my brother’s tax.
This entailed scanning in some documents.
Raising a dispute with them.
Phoning the receiver of revenue.
Where I got put through to an African.
With an accent.
I battled to make out what he was saying.
It appeared he was even more clueless than me.
Which is saying a lot.
Anyway, I finally submitted the dispute.
And now we wait.
I have a feeling they are going to ask me to re-submit all his medicine slips.
They already have them.
In another department.
So you have to re-send them all.
Which will mean me scanning in over a 100 slips.
I can’t wait.
Now let me go and start peeling potatoes.
They say old people don’t need much sleep.
Apparently, this rule does not apply to food.