Picture shows the photo of my husband’s coffee this morning. And mine.
He is on the side of the road somewhere in the Northern Cape.
I am sitting in a coffee shop waiting for my car to be washed.
I’m sulking with jealousy because I would much rather be roughing it on a motorbike tour of this beautiful country than watching people pack a 6 pack of 2l cokes into their cars after bracing the wild crowds of Checkers on Black Friday. (Crazy people!)
Once again, no one to help with the kids means I miss out on a fun adventure.
I’m sure my time will come. Or maybe I had it in my early 20s living it up in London.
Despite being jealous I’m glad he’s having a good time. I pray he is safe on the roads (motorbikes still scare me!) and I at least get to see the pics he sends me.
I do hope he feels a little bit guilty though.
Sorry… It’s still early and I’m not awake yet. The only thing I could think of was ‘She doesn’t wash her own car’?
I think I need more caffeine this morning. >.>
It’s called Job Creation. In UK you pay the car wash so you can wash your own car – how much is it?
Here you pay R80 and someone washes, dries, vacuums, polishes the tired and properly cleans your whole car for you.
I use a hose, a bucket and a sponge.
But I get what you mean. B-)
And R80 is close enough to the average hand car wash around here (About a fiver for a car)
hahaha one of those days when being mama is not fun huh!