J usually gets up first, goes through to the kitchen and pours us our coffee. I loll in bed pressing the snooze button my phone until about 6am when I finally get up and shuffle to the loo. This morning, I had carefully squared my phone on the bedside table so I could roll over and press snooze without opening my eyes. However, unbeknown to me, because I was still dreaming about something or other, J had moved my phone over to put the nice full mug of hot coffee on the bedside table. So, you know what happened don’t you? Phone beeped to wake me from my dreams, I roll over and reach for it, only to find it has morphed overnight into a hot mug of coffee. Which I knock over. Which floods not only my phone, but also my camera which was next to the bed because I had shown J the photos of the walk I went on on Sunday. So. The phone, she is dead. Which is Ok, because I’m upgrading in March anyway and I can use the ancient one we have lying around spare. I’m drying it anyway because unfortunately, all mu numbers on one the phone not the sim. Stupid phone. The camera however…hmmm. I have it in the hot hot sun drying out. It’ll sit on the dashboard of the car on the way to Jhb tomorrow to dry out further. And fingers crossed, it’ll be ok. Shame poor, J, I took it out on him until I woke up & became rational. Sorry Skattie.
*@#&! I was irritated this morning.
On top of all that, I didn’t sleep well because my back had decided that 2:17pm yesterday afternoon was a good time to decide to be all “Bitch” and stop co-operating with me on basic thinks like, standing up, or sitting down. Myprodol and I have become good friends.
And I forgot the cable to connect the GPS to the computer so I can’t get the Geocaches I wanted to download.
Ok, enough with the wallowing in self-pity like a warthog at a particularly sloppy mud hole
There are two bright rays of shining light for me today. One is that the Boss is not in today; so when I stop faffing here, I can go get some work done! The second is that I am only working till 4 today, so that I can go get padkos (direct translation from Afrikaans is ‘road food’ i.e. snacks for the car) and new sunglasses (mine broke on Monday).
Dinner last night was absolutely fantastic. So good, in fact, that I am seriously considering buying Julia Child’s cook books. Not that French food is particularly my thing; but wow. Jackie did an amazing job of the bouef bouiguignon (and Sophie who is actually French and therefore has had the real-deal made by her wizened* Grandmother and therefore Had Expectations, tried valiantly to teach us the correct pronunciation). Seriously, wow. I was blown away. I had seconds…I stole carrots from the leftovers…I may even have drooled a little. The Carlitzdorp Rose that I had with it was also fabulous. So all in all a great evening (even if things did get a little heated around the topic of salaries and unfair promotions and so on-money talk should stay was from polite company. it can go sit with religion and politics in the naughty corner). Best of all, I didn’t blow my calorie count totally out of the water: 1752 (I’m aiming for between 1500 and 1700 cal/day)
J and I will probably be heading to Bella Vita for lunch today. Yum. I went yesterday by myself-he had a departmental lunch. It was nice, sitting with my book and delicious cajan chicken salad.
Tonight, couscous with chicken breasts and whatever-is-in-the-fridge-that-needs-to-be-used. And Myprodol. Probably.
* I have no idea if Sophie’s Grandmother is wizened or not. But I feel that she probably should be. Or not. She is French after all. She probably is 85 and looks like Grace Kelly…