I’m rarely short of words. It’s usually quiet the opposite. At time though, when I go quiet for a while, it means that there is so much going on that, because of my own rules that I laid out when this blog began, I can’t really or wont really write about.
My personal censorship to protect others
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These are one of those times.
I can try and summarize but I still don’t think it will help.
- Major project related issues - Can’t discuss
- My possible changing career - Can’t discuss
- Matters of the heart - Won’t discuss
- Relationships (Past, present, future - Won’t discuss
- My life which is being governed right now by items 1-4
Each line item has further sub-items. And don’t get me wrong, although it’s coming across as such, they are not all bad. Some are actually so good that I can’t discuss them. I guess that’s one of the problems of not being completely anonymous. I need to be careful to protect others and my career. You people KNOW ME!
What I’m trying to say is then, I would rather write nothing than discuss the weather. Unless of course there is something significant to discuss about the weather such as the effect it has on Titillating Tuesday, which of course is tomorrow!
But one thing I can discuss is my imminent return to Africa. South Africa to be specific. I would love to say I’m coming back to my ancestors but then my British passport starts clearing it’s throat in preparation of it’s rendition of “God save the queen”. What I can say though is that I am returning to my roots. For a couple of weeks anyway. It’s going to be one hell of a trip. Johannesburg, Port Elizabeth, Cape Town, Durban. I get to see amazing people, I get to fly and I get to soak in some wonderful lifestyle. I also have to renew my South African passport! Departement van Binnelandse Sake (South African Home Affairs - Passport office). Be still my beating heart, I’m trying to contain my excitement!
I hold out hope for a fantastic week ahead. Hopefully everything that I need to get resolved will be resolved in a timely, orderly fashion which will allow me to depart calmly and ensure a relaxed departure. And which frikkin planet does that crap happen on? I know already, I am gong to be screaming out of here at the last minute at Mach3 with my hair on fire! Oh yeah I don’t have hair.
My, my - seems you’re full of secrets. Who would have guessed?
It doesn’t matter. I’m sure when you can or when it becomes okay to do so we’ll hear all about your latest and greatest adventures, whatever they may be - just get your ass back to SA and come enjoy some sunshine!
Oh, I didn’t know you were going to be be spending some quality time with the Department of Home Affairs. If you’re looking for the number of one of those queue-for-you services just give me a shout. It’s a bit more expensive but it could easily save you a whole day of hanging round in queues. (By some freakish circumstances when I had mine renewed Pretoria ran out of blanks and it “only” took 6 months to get a passport out of them - hope you have better luck than I did).
Lou - I know. Cryptic heaven isnt it? Needs to be Im afraid. I can only talk about the past when its long in the past and the present and the future only when it involved either only me or other parties that agree.
Thanks for the passport service offer. I have a name of a crowd in Randburg that I hope to be using.