And it makes me wonder

Yesterday I was in beaufort west. I left at four in the AM and I got to my dinner party in the centre of Cape Town at about nine-thirty in the PM.  I was well shagged by the time I got back.

While in Beaufort West… mmm, let me make one thing clear straight off the bat… I was not actually in Beaufort West.  Beaufort West is merely my closest ‘civilised’ town.  I was well in the middle of nowhere.  I was doing some extra work that my client insisted I do if I wanted to get paid.  I wasn’t up to arguing as the weather prognosis for Somerset West was not great.  He said he would pay my costs for getting up there and back so I said, okay. And off I went.  With two chainsaws and a ladder and enough snacks to prevent starvation. And lots of warm clothes including a pin-hole burnt, white jacket that my girlfriend hates.

And hate it she does.  She insists that I don’t wear it when I am within 100 miles of her.  And yet she loves her Police Sunglasses. And her Police Sunglasses are pig ugly. She, the fashionista, says they are beautiful.  This revelation surprises me somewhat as I think she normally has great taste. the specs are sort of wraparound numbers and they are so desperately ugly, you would expect George Michael to get a pair. Of course, my protests are squashed because her colleagues all love her glasses. Of course they love them… they daren’t not love them… she is their boss.

But I digress.  Where I was working, it was snowing. The snow pretty much melted as it hit the ground but snow it nonetheless was.  And it was cold.  But I had my white fleece jacket and I went about my business wearing that. When the flurries stopped, I would take the jacket off and work with just a t-shirt.

But there is no denying it was cold.  Now, back in somerset west, I should be happy because it isn’t nearly as cold here as it is there. Not to say it isn’t cold, though. It is terribly cold.  but the temperature is probably comfortably higher than on the farm.

The cold there is pretty much superficial.  Here I am cooled to the bone.

Why is that?

Well, it could be that we have more moisture here.  but I wouldn’t know.  Anybody seen where my sheepskin slippers are? And my blankey? And my hot water bottle?

None of this solves the Police Sunglasses issue… which she is bound to where in her company.  I think I will wear my ugly white jacket full of pinhole burns (currently unwashed and smelly) whenever she wears them. When it is too hot for the white jacket, then I will have to buy myself some nasty nylon Hawaii 5-0 style shirts and maybe some cheap t-shirts that suggest I was quarterback for some university grid-iron team.

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