An Episode of Loving

Good grief I am exhausted, physically, emotionally and the other ally whatever it is.

Singlehood is hard work, throw in a failed relationship, financial strain and work and you can feel your back buckling. It has been a hard time lately and my girls have been brilliant. They have been eating like homeless kids who have won the lottery and are so cute I can't seem to hug them enough. They are considerate and our time together is indeed what memories are made of. Both their birthdays are coming up soon and I look forward to that special day with them.

As to the failed relationship/dating/rendevous, well, it was sad because was a wonderful lady and we seemed to have so much in common. I figured it would have lasted longer, but I accept responsibility for maybe trying to encourage it when I should have let it run its course naturally. Adding jet fuel to a candle doesn't give you more light, just more of a flash and less facial hair.

I expect the tiredness is partly due to my brain being in overdrive and dealing with emotional helium balloons, you enjoy the party voice until the helium runs out. I am tired.

I feel like sleeping for 2 days and seeking my dream girl in my sleep and just soaking up her attention and love.

Meanwhile back in reality, pennies are few and life is expensive. I have managed to retain my rotund robust figure through sheer dedication and lack of exercise.

In response to the unasked question of what would I do for love, I have to answer that perhaps I am not ready, perhaps it is too soon or maybe that special lady is still out there.

Who knows? I certainly don't.

Nite all

Cape Town

"It starts with chocolate cake and sparkles, old friends, new friends and loving daughters. Irish coffees without cream because they have run out and appear with cream, sound sinister?

Cape Town has been a journey of renewell and growth for me, I discovered the ability to laugh freely and just have fun again. My throat is sore from talking too loudly and I am feeling fluey, but I have had coffee and chocolate cake on my birthday and have not been attacked by midgets and smog affiliated bunnies".

This was a weekend that reawakening and renewal, I bonded with an amazing friend, met old friends again, acted as if I was in my early twenties and searched for French male artists in music shops. The last one had the assistants confused and needless to say, none was found. I did find an Alizee cd in Johannesburg, but at double the price of a new release, I refrained reluctantly.

Presents you ask, well two amazing shirts, a radio/alarm clock, a Sony Bloggie, soap in the shape of a motorbike, a delicious lemon creamy salad dressing, sunglasses and the rope thingamabob that fits to the end of the glasses and last but not least, return air tickets to Cape Town. Add a home made chocolate cake with candles and good friends and I was happy as a puppy having its tummy rubbed.

This is overdue because as soon as I returned to Johannesburg, I was running like a fatman trying to escape a health farm.

Its good to be home.

Good nite