Patrecia is complaining that I am not blogging so often.
I go to work.
Have some lunch.
Do some paperwork.
Have a nap.
Come back to the flat and phone my granddaughter.
Play some scrabble.
Go to bed.
All very exciting stuff.
I am brain dead!
This place is becoming exciting…not.
We had the big bang on Monday night.
Have not discovered what it was.
The next night we experienced our first Eastern Cape thunder storm.
She ran all over the place looking for a place to hide.
If the bed was more than two inches off the ground I would have got under it with her.
I am going to have to get some pills for her.
The poor thing is going to have a heart attack.
I DID get up and unplug the computer and the TV.
Not that I care about the TV.
My computer is another story altogether.
I am working from ten till two today.
When I get home I have a huge pot of tripe and onions to cook.
My Dad has been asking me to make some for him for ages.
I am not a great fan.
I can use my diet to eat a very little of it.
My brother was horrified when he heard what I was making.
It is a pain in the butt to prepare.
I boil it up at least three times, putting in clean water each time.
It looks like nice clean tripe but I take no chances.
I ventured onto the scale just now.
I have lost about one and half kgs.
Shyte it is going slowly.
I have not cheated once in two and a half weeks.
My body should be rewarding me.
But it is hanging onto my fat for dear life.