I’ve volunteered myself onto a patio chair, watching my washing flail helplessly above my chained, unused bicycle. Cold is an understatement. Thunder thunders. Knysna may be close to summer but probable snow on the mountains tonight will suggest that god lied…again.
Truth is Vee, the the dog, come to visit as well as the journey of half of the half jack of Old Brown Sherry from the table beside me to in me. “Alcohol reduces driving ability, don’t drink and drive,” says the label. Who’d want to in this weather? Besides, i haven’t won a car.