Working like a hound dog.


I cannot begin to explain to you how this new little job of mine has steam-rollered me into submission.

I am surviving from day-to-day – and still feel like a right twot.

Get home, and all I want to do, is drink and sleep. Today – someone called me ‘Chardonnay Verwey.’ Yes – only funny if you are South African and have watched the movie, ‘Vaatjie sien sy gat.’

Worst is – the aunty who has been training me, is leaving tomorrow. But fear not, I have her phone no. on speed-dial.

Did first bit of Christmas shopping today – 5 gifts in 5 minutes.

This weekend, I shall be making the Merry, baking the Christmas cookies, trying to strangle the Tree with baubles and string lights, drinking the cough syryp; and attempting to get as many 3 for the price of 2 specials at Clicks.

Oh – and there is the case of the ‘Hello Kitty’ cake for Monday. Sunday’s worry.

It is raining again. Mainly because Austin, our international gardener of mys-Tree, washed the car AND all three dogs. Damn, he is good.

Fa-la-la-la-la…. La-la-la-la.

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