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.