Questions!

 Rhetorical ones…

 

1. Why did no one tell me we are going to have a power cut today?

This may not seem important to anyone else but in order for me to earn a meagre living I actually need electricity because this hunk of junk masquerading as a PC does not work on butane.   And I have a DEADLINE, people!

 

2. Why don't people toilet train their pets anymore?

First we had Reptile and his dog living with us for four months.  Reptile was toilet trained but poochus wasn't.   It was not fun.  SwissMix, who stays here at least two nights a week, now has a Houndus minimus which isn't toilet trained.   So, how bad can it be?  Well, in an attempt to escape yet another brain numbing braai last night I went for a cancer stick on the balcony… and stepped in a nice fresh land mind… in my sheepskin slippers.   Not fun!

 

3. Why is no one around when you need to share a moment of dawning realisation with them?

Last night I had a moment of realisation.  It's not a case of IF I pack my bags and leave anymore, it is a case of WHEN.   Last night's weekly gathering to tan meat on the fire was just a bit more than I could handle.  Being in desperate need of some intelligent conversation I 'phoned a friend but not because I want to be a millionaire, I wanted to share my breakthrough with someone.   Friend was "Busy" and thus I had to keep my breakthrough to myself.  My interpretation of "Phone me when you need me" obviously needs some rethinking.

 

4. If I run where would I go?

I don't know, Pretoria is a strong contender for the number one spot but the jury is not out on that one yet.   I wonder what Pofadder is like.  Maybe I should indulge in my dream of being an 18 wheel truck driver, then I can run all the time.

 

5. What do you do with old underwear?

Is there any function for an old bra?  Or old knickers?  There is a pile of unmentionables tucked away in a cupboard which is kept firmly shut because Houndus maximus takes great joy in decorating our front lawn with underwear and socks – very embarrassing when people come over for coffee.   I can't throw them away because my domestic digs them out the dustbin and puts them in the cupboard again.  It doesn't feel right to use them as rags because… well, dusting surfaces with a pair of Jockeys just doesn't seem right.   Any suggestions for the returning underwear syndrome?

 

6. Why isn't my name Jo-anne?