PoleDancing Hen Party

Nagged by Daughter #1 into writing a new blog I decided to get it done before leaving the tranquillity of the bush for the hustle and bustle of the city and a Pole Dancing Hen Party!! Have you ever? In MY day we would have the bride around to the bridesmaids house, lay on sandwiches and a decadent cake with a bottle of bubbly and everyone would give presents like spatulas, cake tins, cookie cutters, a potato masher, tea towels and everything else to start the bride off the way she needed to go!! Barefoot and in the kitchen! Now I'm told that if I want to take smellies or lingerie I am welcome - how things have changed!! Sigh!! I was supposed to have a dress fitting this morning too but no phone call from dressmaker so I suppose she will phone on Monday when I am back here. I bought some make-up yesterday with a VERY made up Afrikaans prikkel-pop telling me what I needed - the amount of money I spent I may as well have had my face professionally done by The Bride's make-up artist. But I decided against that in case she made me look like an elderly whore of Babylon and anyway I am bound to cry it off during the ceremony! This way, I can replenish throughout the proceedings and even have some left over for another occasion - God knows what that would be but you never know.

We were burgled last week - during broad daylight! They must have been watching the house and had someone posted elsewhere to tell them we had left the property as they hit shortly after we left. They took an old computer we had left out deliberately and a camera that was broken and a watch that didn't work!!! They must have been a bit miffed with the stuff we had here especially as all the good stuff was locked in the store room or with us in the car! Partner of 15 Years (PO15) was sad because they cleaned him out of all his good whiskey and the gin left over from my birthday! The police finally arrived at 9.30pm and wandered all over touching everything so that when the fingerprint technician came the next afternoon there wasn't much worth fingerprinting! The worst of it was that with the house open we were hit my monkeys or baboons after they had left! They left the fridge and freezer doors open so most of the food was gone - the meat I presume to the more upright-walking baboons and the bread and veggies to the other primates. Next day I found all sorts of our stuff they had decided wasn't worth taking lying across the river in the bush.

Such is life her, but we are off in a couple of weeks to Switzerland, where we will lick our wounds and get over it and come back refreshed and ready to fight another day. Meanwhile PO15 is now installing the burglar alarm with siren, strobe light and pepper spray which he was supposed to instal 2 weeks ago - not that I am blaming anyone you understand?