I watched the opening 2010 World Cup match on Friday with my gran who recently broke her pelvis and is currently laid up. Therefore I sat in the frail care section of her retirement home and visited a bit.
My gran’s hearing is a touch on the bad side. Unfortunately, her hearing aid is allegedly fucked, so she’s opted not to use it for now. This, however, means any visitor has to watch and listen to the TV at a volume that would wake Amy Winehouse after a night on the town.
This coupled with the vuvuzelas left me wanting to lie down on an empty bed in the ward.
My Gran and I watched the first half of the match with Florence, the most wonderful nurse I’ve met in a long time and who really lives up to her namesake’s reputation. Molly and her care-giver joined us for a while, and although Molly spent much of the match with her eyes shut and her care-giver sat stared with stony concentration at every Bafana-Mexico tackle, I think they enjoyed the first half.
On Saturday morning, prior to an energetic walk around the suburbs with Colourful Canine, I spotted this monstrosity hanging in a shop window.
As a former great friend of mine used to say, “People make awful clothing because people buy awful clothing.”
Enjoy the Youth Day and the day off tomorrow, Saffers.