Thank goodness it’s Friday!
I think we’ve all had enough of Soccer City. No water this morning. Mary didn’t get any sleep because the girls working at the place were fighting and shouting until 1am. She eventually played grumpy Mum and told them to go to bed. And bread with a touch of butter and a hard boiled egg for breakfast again is just not doing it for me anymore.
Last night we ended up in hysterical laughter – a sign that we’re slowly going mad perhaps? It all started when Mary took a mouthful of rice with green veggies and found it full of grit and sand. This had happened to us before, and we had continued eating, but this time Mary crossed her cutlery on her plate and pushed it away from her. She didn’t have to say anything, we just knew and so began to giggle. Next thing I heard a heavy thump behind me. I turned a round and there was a very drunk man staggering on the ground trying to get up. He was absolutely inebriated. No one was helping and we were stuck to our chairs. He crawled past our table and then a young man helped him up and he staggered to the side of the pub near the kitchen. Then he leant against a pole and had a pee. Next to the coal stove where our dinner was cooked. We lost it!! We laughed and laughed and laughed (we were mindful to be discreet and not cause disrespect). It was all too much for our senses. The pee seemed to go on for ever.
We finished our dinner and then departed to the safe sanctity of our rooms. It felt good to have had a good laugh! Some much needed endorphins had been released! As I had a shower, squatting over the toilet because that’s how the set up is, I dropped the soap down the drain. I laughed out loud because it was another thing to happen in a day full of a series of comedic errors.