What A Grand Mess!
This weekend was an abortion. Almost everything went wrong. Luckily only one event placed me at some disadvantage.
First I walked out of my volunteer job. For three days running I had no pupils after the break. Monday and Tuesday I had two and four respectively. Those kids only come to school for the plate of food and then they disappear. Of course I was not going to sit around wasting my time. I went home early on Wednesday and Thursday.
On Friday the principal said he found something to keep me busy before I disappear again. I told him that I don’t need to be kept busy. I volunteered to teach illiterate street children, not to arrange books in the library. I got into my car and drove off. Anyway, I should not have volunteered in the first place.
On Saturday a bride did not show up for a wedding. I cannot say that I’m sorry. Apparently some of the guests were not informed and were milling around at the venue for an hour or two before going home. The only trouble is that the husband-to-be blames me for the fiasco and I was not even there. He now threatens to sue his would-be bride and I for breach of promise and I don’t even know where she finds herself at the present. Good luck to him.
Then things settled and we had a great Sunday Braai, but last night somebody spoke about ‘biltong’. Google it! I got a craving for it and drove 7 km to find a café selling decent biltong. Coming back, about 1 km from home, a drunken duck drove into the back of my car. Thankfully, not too much damage. Mostly plastic trimmings, the left-hand tail light (big bucks) and the boot won’t close.
Spent two hours in the charge office trying to make a statement and all I got for my trouble was about 250 gm of biltong at ZAR300.00 per kg. At least that was passable.
Wishing you all great week.
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Sorry Kat but hunting?
I also have a problem with trophy hunting but that is part of Africa. Fatcat American and European hunters come to hunt here. They want the trophies and I want the meat. So in the height of the hunting season I help out on the farm. My friend does not have to hire and extra guide. I make sure that the hunter gets a clean kill by firing immediately after him. He takes the trophies and I get a cut of the meat. Whether I was there or not, the animal would have been killed. They are bred to be hunted like cattle is bred to be slaughtered.
I wondered what it was about.
Nope, I was bamboozled about the video. Thinking What is she talking about?
Some how I suspect there won't be a happy ending here. I don't think she's interested in reconciling with him. Just my impression though. Who knows what lurks in the mind of a woman?
Hmm.. I wonder why Bea didn't say "NO" to him before, why waited till the big day?
Anyway, since you mentioned chocolate, so here is for
youBea.Hope every one involved in that event is ok, especially Bea, you and him.
I'm not involved at all. I'm an innocent bystander caught in the crossfire.
I agree that she could have handled it a bit different, but we don't know what happened. Apparently he came with more and more unreasonable demands as the day came closer. For all we know she did tell him beforehand. What I did not mention before is that the husband-to-be called me on Friday night already looking for his 'fiancè'. And he followed me around for the most of Saturday. He knew what was going on.