Tuesdays are often Mondays for me, as they are the first day of the week that I work in a proper office environment. When I work from home (which I didn’t do yesterday – work, that is), the fact that I’m wearing pyjamas or something equally casual while being productive never fails to mess me up.
I actually really have no idea why I wrote that. Truly. None.
Anyway, a friend’s elderly mother just phoned me and asked me if she could come visit me for a week, and wouldn’t mind sharing my bed if there was no space for her.
After a moment of dumbstruck silence, I politely told her that she had dialed the wrong DBAWIW – a fact I established when she mentioned a name I did not recognise; someone who was perhaps a friend or relative of the person my friend’s mom had meant to call. Shame, she sounds quite desperate to get out of town.
Went to Clarens this weekend for a bit of a break of Jo’burg. There is much to love about it, and my top three reasons are as follows. In Clarens, one does not hear persistently barking dogs; one does not hear persistently crying babies,; and one does not hear persistently partying neighbours. Viva having enough space to enjoy the silence. Here are some pics: