Homeward Bound!

A momentous decision has been made!  It is time to go home!  Yup, the signs are there.

 

Last Saturday I got two 'phone calls from friends saying "Where the hell are you?"  SwissMix was one of them, and I have a bone to pick with him though.  He has to be beaten into submission because the fact that the Stormers beat The Bulls last weekend is an absolute fluke!

 

And apparently Cally Cat is wandering around the house calling for me - poor baby!

 

Flyboy actually misses me...  I am stunned, gobsmacked!  But he is in for a surprise because this Katt isn't going to curl up and become a furry cushion on the couch again.  Poor man!

 

Seeing as I have done my moping about leaving behind single-dom, ADSL internet connection, an abundance of mental stimulation and special people, it might be time to dwell on the things I am looking forward to.

 

In no order of preference:

 

1. My bath!  Going to get out my rubber duckies, my snorkel and flippers and just soak for three hours.  And become all pruney!

 

2. The peace and quiet and space!  No traffic, no sirens and space as far as the eye can see.

 

3. Not having to lock my doors every time I turn around.  Nor having to carry a bunch of keys the size of a prison warden's.

 

4. My furry hot water bottles.  Hm, I guess that includes Flyboy!  Honestly, it is going to be nice not to sleep in an empty bed.

 

5. My own home.  There is a lot to be said for your own four walls, you can wash dishes when you want to, do the washing when you want to, cook if you want to.  You can curl up in a sunny spot with a book when you want to.

 

6. The aviation junkies at the airfield.  Look out boys!  There is a new Katt on the way back.

 

7. Blogging material!  Vast quantities of it because I know Flyboy's Strange Employers won't disappoint and the mind seems to clear and the thoughts seem to flow.

 

8. And skin that doesn't resembled the dry vlei bed of Sossousvlei (there is a Google search for all foreign visitors).

 

I might even start flying again, AeroKatt!  What I am going to do is learn to play my bloody guitar!  And stop smoking and learn how to jog - yes, learn to jog.  Give me a break, swimmers can't jog unless they are tri-athletes.

 

So, internet chats may be scarce and the mail warfare might not fly as fast and furious but yes, I think it is time to go home.  Here's hoping Metallica behaves!