This, That and Nothing Much Really!

Um.... what can I blog about?  Quite a bit has happened but the question is "Is it blogable?"

 

Well, let's start with Metallica - it's an interesting story.  With the help of the ever knightly Viking, I took her in to "The Place We Trust Because They are so Damn Good."  They ran her for an hour and of course, the tart behaved herself.  All she needed to do was to sprout wings!  So all that could be done was an emergency procedure, disconnecting the factory fitted immobiliser.  I am hoping car thieves don't read blogs.  On paying I was even presented with a lovely polar curve graph (when you have a boyfriend who flies things with no engines you learn about things like polar curves) and considering her age, the graph looks pretty good!

 

However, after lulling me into a false sense of security and convincing me that she won't do the headbang thing whilst stuck in the notorious Gauteng traffic (the potential of having someone driving up your butt in this place is high), she struck again just as I was roaring up the hill to Krugersdorp.  Oh yippee!  To be honest, I nearly burst into tears.  Can't you just work, you monument to mechanical abortions?

 

As for the work/living situation, there are pluses and minuses.  I am fortunate in the sense that the lady I do the typing work for is very accommodating, she puts up with all my neuroses.  And I am staying with her daughter who is, excuse the repetition and the pun, very accommodating too.  There is one glitch though, the daughter has two dogs, one of them being a puppy and the other being neurotic (yeah, I know, we should get along).  The neurotic one pees every time you bend down to pat her.  It was fun pulling a duvet over me last night and being covered in dog widdle.  But that's not all!  The little one is going through the house training phase - this morning my one cream coloured sheepskin slipper was almost treated to another "stepping in poo" session as I stumbled out of the bedroom in a state of half awake and fully groggy.

 

And man, oh man, this place is COLD!

 

So, what else can I say as I stare out the window at the setting sun for inspiration and listen to the traffic go by in the street below.  Despite being surrounded by really nice people, they are all strangers to me.  Being nice, sweet and chirpy all the time is exhausting too - I am so mind-numbingly tired!  And I am lonely.  Right now I wouldn't mind a nice hug from a friend who says "Everything is going to be okay."  I wouldn't mind a friendly moment of shared silence.

 

Well, I am off to stare at the cake, but I won't eat it.