Tomorrow I shall be a year older. I have spent a lifetime doing two things, notably; one, I have always answered the question correctly, the one about when did the first moon landing take place? I know this answer because I was born on this day 42 years ago and two, I have spent my life spelling my name to people and I am yet to meet anyone of the same name who spells theirs like I spell mine! So, to my parents, I know you probably thought this a fabulous idea at the time but take it from me, it wasn't. In fact I no longer correct people who spell my name incorrectly. I'm sure that e mails destined for me bounce back, that prizes for people whose names start with Nei I have missed out on. But I have been different at least, and I'm saying that 'cos I know that that will be an excuse or a reason.
As time marches on and we get closer to opening date it has today dawned on me that there is not a lot of unskilled labour around these parts. Or not of the blackomatic sort that will work for not much. In the recent mornings I have woken with a sore body as, in the past few days, if there has been something to do, something to scrub, something to move, something to lift it has been me. Yes, I am now a fully qualified labourer. I have carried fridges, grills, equipment. I have swept and mopped floors. I have cleaned out the cellar - this included sticking my hand into a disgusting soak pit to clear out some gunge. Oh the joys. I am multi talented indeed.
People I know will chuckle and probably comment about it being good for me to actually do some work for a change. And they would be right. I have not worked physically, certainly not like this anyway, for a while now. I have adopted the view that I am actually allergic to manual labour, it is something you do only if no else will do it or you can't afford to pay someone else to do it.. Who knows I might actually lose some weight! Now that would be a result and one worth the pain, because paying a labourer the equivalent of R70 an hour would break my heart.
I have also not braaied for a month now. I have not stood by a fire with a mate for this same time. I have drunk not much beer - unfortunately - but on the up side I did hear a while ago that it takes 6 weeks for the liver to rejuvenate. Whoopa - almost time for a binge then! All new and shiny I will be. And, like I said, we are getting closer to opening date and this means that beer gets delivered soon...um...tomorrow! No Mom, I'm not being serious! I am after all the good example of a middle aged man. Aren't I? I know a few people who might disagree with that but hey, I can tell a few stories to. And I have also not suntanned - does that count? Do you now have images of me lying in my mankini on white sands, all buttered up in bronzing lotion? If you do, you should see someone!
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