Tomorrow a cold front is apparently hitting Jo’burg. Ah well, it’s been a glorious autumn and I suppose winter won’t be too bad if it lasts for only June, July and a bit of August.
This winter I shall be out and about most afternoons at 16.30, doing Boot Camp… breathing in the fresh air or, rather, gasping in the fresh air as I battle not to become a couch potato every afternoon after work as has been the routine for almost every winter since high school.
I miss those days at school when we just put on our sports kit and played sport, despite it being bitterly cold. There was something fantastically stoic about it without really being stoic at all – it was just what kids who played sport did.
Sometimes I wish I were as strong as the teenage version of me… without all that teenage angst and shit, mind you.