Nothing to Blog About...

Let me repeat what I have said before.  The city is just not funny, I have nothing to blog about.  *sigh*

 

I suppose I could relate that this town (dump?) to the west of Johannesburg is colder than charity.  And I have this need to escape to the warmer climes of Pretoria from time to time just to defrost!  And I could relate how I could give Reptile a run for his money in the scaly skin department because my skin is so dry "you can actually scratch on the word dry!"  (Anyone remember that awful advert?)...

 

But that would be boring.

 

I could also relate how I suspect that I have a colony of some or other insectivorous creature residing in the futon mattress I sleep on each night.  And that I am the main source of nutrition.  But I might be wrong...  I might just be breaking out in the "Occasional Tiny Little Red Bump in Strange Place" stress syndrome...

 

But that would be boring.

 

I suppose I could pour out my heart out about my Metallica woes.  She is now becoming progressively more into her heavy metal.  On the upside though I think that I, Super Sleuth Katt, have managed to isolate the problem - the computer box.  On the downside, it will cost a small fortune to replace...

 

But that would be boring.

 

I could maybe relate the phone call I received on Monday night from a friend mutual to Flyboy and myself.  And go into explicit detail about how he told me Flyboy is pining for me and I must remember it is now winter and Flyboy's porridge driven electric blanket (me) is far, far away.  And get into a philosophical (say that into your pillow ten times each night, Viking) debate with myself about why do I have to be absent to be appreciated?

 

But that would be boring.

 

I maybe could tell the world about the wonderful evening I spent at my Big Sister's home last night in the charming company of The Viking.  And possibly expose myself as someone who can actually cook because I made supper and... well, *blush* there was hardly anything left...

 

But that would be boring.

 

I suppose I could also relate how things aren't working out as perfectly as my perfectionist Virgo mind planned them....

 

But that would be just plain complaining.

 

So, like I said, nothing to blog about.  *sigh*