My lovely man and I recently made arrangements to meet my parents at Tshipise, Forever Resorts for a few days. You know, the hot springs place in SA. Worth a visit.
My father phoned to let us know they had arrived and checked in. We were still on our way, enduring a shit show of a journey. I won’t bore you… Or I may in another blog, but I’m beginning to suspect our GPS lady is a day time drinker.
Rosie, my dad warned me on the phone, this place is full of Mother Fu…. s.
What did your father just say, my lovely man asked.
I was surprised once by a monkey in Umdloti I informed him. This may be what I called it… It’s become a family joke.
(Just as an aside, we’d only been in Tshipise five minutes and the MF’s stole all our padkos as we were unpacking).
Sadly, I am never able to leave my work behind, so I diligently found a little corner to set up my mobile office (and my Starlink, bless that Elon fellow).
A few days into our break I asked my lovely man to please go down to the resort shop and buy me some surgical spirits to clean my mouse.
My father opted to take a stroll with my lovely man.
What does she need my father asked him. She needs to clean her mouth he replied. What’s wrong with her mouth? Is it because she’s got a potty mouth? Probably, I don’t really ask my lovely man replied, but I think she’s got blisters.
(I am not making this up).
They arrived back with a small bottle of savlon. We couldn’t find mouth wash they advised, we thought about soap, but the lady said if you dilute this, it will help.
So, I cleaned my mouse… and my mouth with savlon. Because… if life hands you lemons…