Old Fart

I am not sure when it happened, it must have been one of those gradual things.  Like putting on weight, one day you are still young and nubile and the next you look like you could be cast as Atilla the Hun (I always imagine him to have been some huge, hairy creature with hygiene issues).

Anyway, back to the point. I became an old fart. No fun. Stick in the mud. So many words but it all boils down to the same thing. B.O.R.I.N.G.

So today I bid the husband that we should throw caution to the wind and be the masters of our own destinies and get into the car on the day of morrow to take the lovely drive out to Barrydale to Warmwaterbergspa, where we were fortunate to find space. Cosmos trying to tell us something? You bet ya!

Ahh, warm water springs in the cold karoo winter, what more does one need?

Relishing this new found carpe diem attitude and to celebrate I  may even shave for the occasion, seeying as the world is my oyster!

Here’s to new adventures!


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