Well, we're all still here. Rapture that. Most embarrassed by the whole nobody-disappeared-and-the-world-didn't-begin-to-end mess must be whoever put that billboard up on the drive through Somerset West. Next to giant lettering spelling out the time and date of Judgement Day was a jaunty little yellow flash sticker (the kind they have in Checkers that says, 'Milk R4 less!!') reading: The Bible guarantees it.
That's not the kind of thing you can go back on, your holiness. Unless you had some fine print in there somewhere, and I didn't spot any.
Unfortunately, the fact that the world didn't end means it's Monday again somehow. Really, how does this happen? One minute it's Friday 3.30 pm in the office and everyone's talking about their weekend plans, and then suddenly your alarm is causing a commotion next to your ossicles and it's time to get up and start the week. A five-day week this time too. How will we survive?
Luckily I got a whole lot of R&R in over the weekend, first with Mexican food and margaritas at El Burro on Friday night and then by disappearing to Betty's Bay for the weekend – no TV, no radio, no cars, no crime, no internet, no laptops, no work .. nada. Just me, Boyfriend and another two friends, a few (very short) walks and a whole lot of reading, Rummikub and 30 Seconds.
It may be a far cry from the party Jade of old, but I must say I was feeling pretty blissed out by Sunday night, and started looking forward to my retirement years. I'll be a ripe old 25 in January, so only 40 to go....
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