The slow march of time …
It’s not my choice, having to shower in my office every day. It’s not fun, tumbling out of bed and driving fifteen kilometres before the obligatory shit, shower and shave.
This is because I don’t have running water at home, and electricity supply is patchy at best. Now, I usually don’t have a problem with having to perform my ablutions in the office; in fact, there’s no comparing a bucket-wash to that feeling when a warm jet first hits you full in the face. Hot water – good.
Problem; I think I’m getting old. I pack my clothes bag after falling punch-drunk out of bed, and that’s never a good idea cos I always forget something. Usually it’s underwear, which isn’t an issue cos you know a brother’s gotta let it hang sometimes. I mean, the meat and two veg need a holiday, you know? No hay problema senor.
But today I left my socks behind. I’m wearing a formal shirt, cord pants and … dodgy Levi flip-flops that were white at some point but are now just kinda dirty cream wiv brown splodges. feck.
Where’s the nearest clothing store?
what you need dearest is a wife to put some order.
Well, the woman I keep proposing to is stepping the walls, isn’t?
In English: arikutsika madziro
That it has come to this: JB being reduced to being a serial proposer of love. Armageddon zveshuwa.
I know sister, things are definitely tight up in here.
Lol – serial proposer! I hear hooves…
Sorry hako JB – all I’m saying is, at least it’s summertime 🙂
Hahaha, when you know what you want, you don’t give up pr give in isn’t. Oh Gosh, that sounded kinda stalkerish?!? LOL you know what I mean.
stalker, serial proposer. lol. now that the socks issue is sorted i think you should remove that nasty pic and give us a fresh post, yes?
Heeey what’s wrong with my sexy foot photo? The slops may be minging but the feet are hot, ek se. Don’t hate.
It’s true. The slops are terrible.
My, what small feet you have there JB 🙂
*ducking to dodge the proverbial shoe. I mean patata*
Haa sha, bvisa tutsoka twako…
Yeah they’re nasty. Off!