Friday's funnee.

Good morning peeps.

Hope you all had a good night?

Went to bed early – and woke up early – with a cat licking me!

Now, try and sleep with that rasping tongue all over the place.

Probably not.

And the neck thing is just getting worse.

Might have to go and spend money on some kind of pillow.

Can’t live like this anymore.

Thank heavens it’s Friday today.

Even if I have to spend my whole day in reception yet again.

Because the chick that’s working there is sick.

Not my idea of a good time, but hey.

Somebody has to do it.

That’s the strangest thing – for every person without any sense of responsibility there’s always another one with a too big sense of responsibility.

And the latter will always be taken advantage of by the former.

Suppose that’s the way of the working world.

When I think of all the holidays I took and made sure that it does not fall over monthend.

Or all the arrangements I had to make before I could even think of going on sickleave!

This one just does not pitch up.

End of story.


I have a job to do – might as well do it.

Planning to go to one of the things Kalinka spoke about in her last blog.

So, on Sunday afternoon, I will hie myself off to the university and be regaled with some beautiful music.

Have to help the eldest on Saturday morning with shelves in his room, and a braai in the afternoon.

In all, a nice, full weekend.

Hope yours is good too…

First Date

A young man called his mother and announced excitedly that he had just met
the woman of his dreams.  Now what should he do?

His mother had an idea: “Why don’t you send her flowers, and on the card
invite her to your apartment for a home-cooked meal?”

He thought this was a great strategy, and a week later, the woman came to
dinner.  His mother called the next day to see how things had gone.

“I was totally humiliated,” he moaned.  “She insisted on washing the

“What’s wrong with that?” asked his mother.

“We hadn’t started eating yet.”


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