Stranger than Fiction

Don’t know if its the entire bottle of R25.99 Robertson Ruby Cabernet or guilty feelings about ignoring this blog but it must be updated. Actually it’s the fact that Stranger than Fiction is on TV and writing this is kinda like narrating one’s life. Speaking of which, if I had to choose a narrator for my life it would not be Emma Thompson. More likely, Richard Attenborough, and I would constantly be trying to mate something. And Maggie Gyllenhaal would have already been mated 8 minutes and 14 seconds into the movie.

So what’s worth writing about, reporting on. Work? It goes on, opened my big mouth at a meeting and actually got listened to, and now involved in my first marketing campaign. I have a new desk, by the window, get to look at my mountain all day, although the armageddon like storm that rode in on its horse today was particularly obscuring. Home? Flat is still empty, fridge is emptier, and the drain still smells of sewerage when the neighbour flushes. Friends? They’re cool, still all coupled up, dogs and kids, but awesome. Love life? It’s complicated. Which according to Facebook is in between single and in a relationship, so we’ll take that as progress. wait wait Maggie is about to get mated…..

Ok thats over.

So if I am the protagonist in my own life I want to say a few things to my narrator.

Please stop mentioning the salt and pepper temples, the squidgy midriff, the inappropriate comments made in moments of extreme awkwardness. I would really appreciate it if I could have rugged features, chisseled abs and a startling sense of humour. I would be eternally grateful if my love interest could have enormous blue eyes, a killer smile, a cute ass and a serious lack of baggage, and be totally and completely in love with me.

Besides that not much else to report. Hope you are well, long summer evenings are a thing of the past for a while, gotta get the scarves and gloves out soon. Sunburnt cocktails to be replaced with fireside glasses of Cab Sav and roast lunches. Went to a medical aid wellness day last week, only to get the thousands of loyalty points on offer. Good news is I’m not diabetic and I’m HIV negative. Bad news is cholestrol is off the chart, I’m a ticking time bomb. Cheese, red meat, alcohol..gotta go. In that case, Narrator?, you might as well write me out of the script now.

Stay well. Chat soon.