FFF

For those of you who don’t know what FFF stands for…

Freaking Freezing Friday

Yesterday, as I was dashing out the office door, Sharon told me that I could work from home today as the heavy wind and rain expected today would result in a non-harvest. Yay!

So, after dinner with Carmen and Ewan last night, which was a success, despite the fact that I couldn’t find ricotta cheese, nor chunky cottage cheese to substitute, I snuggled under the covers thinking, “Hmmm, at least I can sleep a little later tomorrow morning before I have to get my car to the garage for its service.”

No such luck. As true as nuts, I was wide awake at 05:30 this morning. I tried to will myself to get just a few more winks, but to no avail.

I got dressed, went downstairs in the icy, wet weather and took all the stuff out my car. I found a box with my certificates in the boot, as well as shoes (this is not unusual) and two bras. They are mine, but why they are in my car is a mystery. I know what some of you may be thinking, but no, it wasn’t wild-backseat-sex-with-a-stranger, and not because the thought hasn’t crossed my mind, it’s because I drive a Corsa Lite. There is no space for that kind of adventure.

Dropped the car off, into the courtesy car with a garage driver, when bam!, we are into the back of a bakkie. Thank goodness I had my seat belt on. While according to the traffic law, it is the rear driver’s fault, the guy in front of us had his indicator on to turn right and so we inched past wanting to turn left and he turned in front of us. There is a little ding on his bakkie, but the car we were in wasn’t as tough.

I eventually got home just before nine and started working on those job profiles I mentioned yesterday. What a mission!

Fortunately I’m able to ward off the cold by being under the covers and popping into the kitchen every now and then for something warm, like creamy hot chocolate.

The night out on the town is still planned for tomorrow night. Let’s hope this town is ready for Conflunky Me…