Public restroom, bathroom, toilet, ladies, loo - Naah! Rather tinkle at home!

Restroom, bathroom, toilet, ladies, loo - Naah! Rather tinkle at home!

After running around the streets of Pretoria for half a day I desperately needed a restroom. Yes, I was pretty tired... haha. It was going to have to be a public facility - so not my favorite choice - but this day I didn't have much of a choice. Luckily I had change in my purse - a rare phenomena for me. If I didn't, I would have had a serious case of 'wet my pants'. 

Right in front of the restroom door was a lady seated behind a small make-shift table with a sign indicating that you need to pay R1 in order to use the restroom. What is this world coming to?

Book review: The Lonely Mile (Allan Leverone)

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The Voice

I first saw The Voice advertised on American television just over six months ago and immediately decided that it was something I wanted to watch and follow. I was unable to do it then, but it is currently broadcast in South Africa. I caught the tail end of the first competition, but tonight they are scouting the contestants for the second one.

I don't know all the ins and outs, but in essence it is four singing coaches that each build a team of twelve contestants who are then shaped and mentored by the coaches and competing against each other for a recording contract and the title of The Voice.

All about the animals (and some have fur)

I did not sleep well last night. It was a battle of survival of the fittest and the mosquito won; yes. "the", implying one! #hangmyheadinshame :( I've tried everything I can think of - with exception of poison. I have a parrot, you see, and their sense of smell is more sensitive than a humans. People can say what they want about "odourless" insect spray - I still smell it the same way as the normal brand - even hours after it has been sprayed. I just can't help it: my brain keeps yelling, "You're smelling poison! You're smelling poison!" How can I ignore such a sensible warning? "Odourless" my behind, pff... #eyesrolling

I have tried a repellent that you use on your skin. I think it has certainly helped to prevent the little buggers from landing and feasting - and I still seem to wake up in the same place I fell asleep; I'm clearly too heavy for a take-away - but the odd one seems to be more interested in being an irritating menace rather than having a meal, and so the games begin! That one little "brave heart" literally gets in my face (eyes, nose, ears), and sometimes it lasts all night. Ugh!! AAARRRGGG!!! Whatever!

Book review: At Risk (Steve Cline Mysteries) - Kit Ehrman

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When your GPS is as lost as you are

When your GPS is as lost as you are, you know you're in trouble.

"In 500m turn left," she says in an American accent. 

"I'd love to, darling," I reply, "if only I wasn't standing at a T-junction! (Soo... is straight to the left or the right? I wonder to myself. Oh, what the hell, just make a pic and let her recalculate. 

Next, she tells me to turn left at a three way intersection with only a street to the right. I wonder whether my GPS is blond or is it the accent?

Then she tells me to continue for two and half kilometers and a kilometer later she recalculates as if I had missed a turn that I wasn't suppose to make... yet! 

I was just about to shut the bloody thing down, when she actually pointed me in a legitimate direction. Whatever was wrong seemed to be right then. She can thank her lucky stars... mumble, mumble.

Book review: A Very Special Delivery (Linda Goodnight)

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