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| Sue, wife of Kim, mother of five boys ... |
This is Sue reacting typically to one of the boys (or perhaps it was one "uncle Rob") using toilet humour at the dinner table. When in this pose she's mostly thinking, "These boys are Kim's, not mine!" or "Oh, Rob, I've already got five boys (and three semi-resident Dutch boys)... Do you have to encourage them?"
PS. I probably won't be blogging in the next few days as I will be heading back to South Africa to see whether the doctors there can figure out what's wrong with me - medically, that is; I don't think anyone will ever find out what's wrong with me as a whole! You may want to look back at some of my former travel stories to see what potentially awaits me...
But before I leave for the airport I will be packing up at the guesthouse I've called home for the last month, then going to my real home, packing and moving all the stuff I've gathered over the last two years there and moving it all to a new (hopefully) mould-free place to await my return.
Last night I dreamt of a new country, a new healthy motorbike, green lawns and horse riding. And then this morning I pushed my trusty old steed out of her stable, and kicked her into life like I do every morning and was greeted with... nothing. "Doh!" Tired for so long, now comatose, a shell covered in oil. Mortified, I left her there lying lifeless and made my way to school slowly in the guest house's beat-up old pickup... I had prepared myself for this day, but was hoping it wouldn't come so soon. (Sob.) Who knows, perhaps "the Beast" will find new life sometime down the road. And then again, perhaps its time to move on and dream of living something of last night's reverie...
Check back in a bit - I'll see you one the other side...
