You silly kangaroo

This blog has to be dedicated to a dear friend of mine who up and left the country over a year ago. She is probably my most avid reader and always complains when I don't blog enough.

The reason that I haven't blogged is two fold. Firstly I haven't been home, and more importantly because the only things that have been on my mind recently are not matters of public concern. I recently went through a phase where I couldn't keep my mouth shut about anything. I know, I know, it is common practice for me to stick my foot in my mouth, but the things I happened to be blurting out were causing others considerable misfortune, so I decided to be secretive for a while.

Yesterday I returned from a camping trip. In retrospect it was quite enjoyable, but I felt very differently upon arrival! There were no ablution blocks, no trees, and no running water. The only toilets could be compaired to the chunda laced porta-potties found at the center of a drunken hoopla. Only these were tin shacks with no doors and a mound in the center somewhat resembling the shape of a toilet bowl. This is not the end if it! Spiders of every regiment found these fascilities suitably adequate and had comfortably fashioned their lodgings here. We actually found one toilet-mound where an intricate web had been spun over the entire hole. For all of those of you who know about my urination restrictions when it comes to anywhere other than my own home, I'm sure you can understand my dismay.

I am now trying to book a trip to the Grahamstown festival but, crisis, accomodation is expensive!!