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Sunday, November 08, 2009HIGH, LOW & STUFFED IF I KNOW............... I've had quite a week. I'm thinking it's not one I want to repeat in a hurry either. The trip to the Kruger National Park was all that we hoped it would be, apart from the French family who were staying in a neighbouring rondavel......................jaysus they made such a bloody racket there's no wondering we never saw certain animals. Anything within earshot of that lot would've fucked off well into the bush. We did however see lion - in the distance I admit - but we saw them - plus a huge herd of buffalo, heaps of giraffe, zebra, elephant, kudu, jackal, fish eagles, warthogs etc etc - you get the picture neh? And talking of pictures, I haven't had chance to download anything from my camera yet, sorry. If there's anything worthwhile, I'll load them up in the near future. Instead of coming back to the Last Khaki Outpost on the same road as we took to get to the Park, we decided to drive from Letaba, right up to Punda Maria, near the very top of the Park. All in all it took us around 8hrs driving to get home, but it was well worth it. We went on long game spotting drives, we chilled, we played Texas Hold'em, we talked, we read & we bought goodies for Chikkin, our granddaughter :-) .Then we had to come back. .Fukkit. .. Monday was a blur of unpacking, housework & other bollocks associated with getting away from it all for a few days. . Tuesday - got through on Skype to Dubs (my mum). Had a chat with her for a while, then Pup (me dad) came on. He asked me if I was sitting down - which I was - as he had something to tell me. The following few minutes were spent on him telling me that he & Dubs had sold their house, sold their furniture, sold his bakkie etc etc etfuckingcetera & they were going back to England, to live with my brother. This, after 35yrs of living in South Africa. . I threw my toys so fucking far that I think they're still in mid-air. I shouted. I swore. I cried.....................correction - I let out several heartbreaking sobs. The only sound in my house that afternoon was of my parents crying, trying to console me...............................trying to justify their actions. I calmed down enough to say I understood, but I didn't. . . Wednesday. I was a wreck. I spoke to Dubs & Pup again, but after a few minutes, I ended up spitting my dummy, shouted at them & then hung up. . . Thursday. Kept myself busy the whole day, sorted out the much needed sorting out spare bedroom & got Mikey's room ready for his visit in a coupla weeks. Opted not to have another emotionally draining talk with my parents. Took time out to think. Fukkit, my head was spinning. . . Friday. Sent Dubs an SMS & said I'd finished my tantrums & if they wanted to, would chat with them on Skype later that day. Got a positive response. Went to town, finally bought a table to put the computers on. Arranged for delivery Saturday morning. Bought a bookcase, bedside table & small stand for the printer. For once, I had a pretty good shopping experience in town. Had a sensible chat with the folks. Sorted out what they wanted me to have from their house. Talked about their plans. Felt guilty for being such a bitch of a daughter, when they love me unconditionally. . . Saturday. Fucking micro-convection oven died on me. It's not even 3mths old. Fucking door wouldn't open & then the plug tripped at the mains box. Bollocks. Now gotta take the bloody thing all the way back to Joburg, because the fucking fossils that live in the Last khaki Outpost didn't know a micro-convection oven from a space rocket, which meant I had to buy it in Joburg. I waited all bloody morning for the delivery of the new table, but by just after 12.30pm it hadn't arrived. I didn't have the phone number of the store where I bought it, so ended up having to SMS my friend Drienie in Joburg, for the number of Directory Enquiries, because I didn't even know that! Christ I'm hopeless. Eventually get the phone number for the store & called them. I explained that I was waiting for a delivery & seeing as their store would be closing within about 20 minutes, would like to know if I was going to actually get the delivery. I got "Eh, eh meddem, just spik to the manager" & I was swiftly transplanted*. I repeated my tale of woe to the alleged manager & the conversation then took a turn for the worse, when the obviously mentally challenged female that held the title of 'manager' asked me if I bought the table from her shop. I wanted to shout all manner of obscenities at her, but chose to be sarcastic instead & merely said no, I'd bought it from one of their competitor stores, which was why I was ringing her to find out where it was. For crying in a fucking bucket - really! 1pm (closing time for the majority of businesses here) came & went, so I thought that was that & I wouldn't get my table. A bit later, I got a call from a salesperson at the store, saying she would personally deliver my table. Fast forward >>>>>>>>>>> I got another call from the same lady saying she couldn't fit the table in her car but would organise for a delivery truck to bring it later in the afternoon. Just before ending her call, she asked me in a rather hesitant manner, if I'd sworn at her manager, because sed manager told her the table HAD to be delivered as the customer was very upset, had sworn & was rude. I think Hubs saw the hair on the back of my neck stand on edge. I informed the saleslady that I did NOT swear but that I was sarcastic & she should inform her manager that if she didn't know the difference, then perhaps she should go back to school! . Saturday afternoon, Hubs & myself did some rearranging in the living room. The desktop computers are now organised on the new table & my dining room table is now being used for its original purpose. . *sigh* . Sunday - today. Hubs has spent several hours trying to resolve a problem with my (desktop) computer. I vacuumed the Beemer, polished inside, then washed the outside. She's all clean & shiny, so I decided to treat Hubs & washed Eish! (his bike) with the pressure spray, so she too is all blingy now. Hubs cooked fajitas this evening, so right now, my tummy's full, I'm tired & ready for my perch. . . So, a high of the past week was precious time in the bush. The low was the drama with Dubs & Pup & the stuffed if I know award goes to the alleged manager of a local (national) furniture store. . . Please, someone, just tell me it gets better.......................................... . . . . * It's a commonly used 'joke' used by English speakers, when refering to people whose telephonic skills are severely hampered. Labels: alleged manager of national furniture store seriously needs to catch a wake up., Dubs and Pup, dummy spitting, Eish, Kruger National Park  
Friday, October 02, 2009EISH! IS FINALLY HOME After many weeks of waiting, arguments with SA Customs Officers & eventually the threat of legal action, we schlepped down to Joburg (yet again) to finally collect Eish! She was dusty from her journey, but had been cared for by the wonderful folk at Heneways Freight Services - Stuart & Graham went beyond the call of duty in making sure Hubs' precious cargo was kept safe & sound. After dismantling the crate & reassembling the handlebars, Hubs put a coupla litres of juice in & cranked her up...............oh Sweet Jaysus, is there any other sound more exciting than the roar of baffle-free pipes on a Harley? Hubs was like a junkie getting a fix after a failed stint in rehab!  During my time in the Sandpit I avoided driving whenever possible. I have the co-ordination skills of a retard & me & a left hand drive car were definitely not the best of friends............................there was the added hassle of complete & utter fuckwits who couldn't give a shit if they caused an accident - so like I said, I avoided driving. Since our return to SA, Hubs has done all the driving, cos it's a man thing innit? But then we collected Eish! & yours truly had to drive from one side of Joburg to the other & then on to Pretoria & the highway/road home to the throbbing metropolis (not!) of Ellisras. I haven't driven that kinda distance (by myself) for many a year & I admit I was a tad nervous. I let Hubs set the pace & we were fine until we got on the N1, when it started to rain. I was fine (thank you very much) in the Beemer, but Hubs really battled. It was a bitterly cold rain & we had to stop numerous times so's Hubs could thaw out & get the feeling back in his fingers. Thankfully, we made the trip back without hassle, although it took twice as long as usual & several large dops of Uncle Jack & a hot shower for Hubs to warm up, bless him. My fingers ached from subconsciously gripping the steering wheel too tight & the back of my neck just about siezed up with tension, but once we were home I soon relaxed.  The following day, Hubs was out in the garage, polishing up his baby. I'm normally the one who spends anything up to 4hrs cleaning his bike (I know, I'm mad!) but this time, I didn't even offer. It was a bonding moment for man & beast. I just made sure Hubs replaced the sweat he lost with essential fluids - i.e. cold beer!
Soon, all in our little world will be right. My partner in life is happy to have Eish! at home & I'm patiently awaiting the arrival of my TriGlide. The days can't go fast enough! Labels: Eish, Ellisras is not a throbbing metropolis, Heneways, hurry up and wait small.
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