Strewth, she’s fairly warm in the Land of the Big Banana Benders.
Luckily Sheila Shag remembered to pack my water daks, so I’ll be in for a bit of splashing around in the motel pond. All my training with the Maketu Potato Tops and frosty frothies will come in handy for the inevitable bombing contest. Fossie reckons he’s getting in the right shape for a bit of water displacement activity, but I’ll show him the difference between coulda and didda.
We brought the boys over a few days early for the Girt By Sea charity concert. Wanted to crack down hard about that lazy playing in the first movement in Jo’burg. Gave them a few choice words about sharpening the attitude, and followed that up by making Crudes carry the bags rather than get back in the first violin seat. I think they’ve all got the message now about who they need to please if they want to go on next year’s Coupe Mondiale junket. That would be me first, me last, and me also everywhere in between.
Yours in sweat