Why I will never be rich part II

My uncle is famous for getting the decimal point in the wrong place. Where most people just buy a lottery ticket and hope for the best, he is a little more pro-active and full of brilliant get rich schemes that are genius in their originality and are powered along by sheer enthusiasm. He sits down and does the sums and says, “This will make us a million!” Then he looks closer and says “Oh, no maybe that’s 100,000. “ And someone else will look at the sums and say, “no that will make you precisely 100 “
“Not 10,000?”
“No, 100”

He often goes ahead regardless, just to make sure.

These are the genes that I have inherited.


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The meek shall inherit the moon

A few years ago I shared a house with the lovely T. We lived together for two to three years and when she left she sold me all her furniture, kitchen appliances and so on. She said “I’ll give you everything for $1,500”

I sighed.

Scratched my head.

Frowned.

Took a breath and said

“Make it $2,000”



This is why I will never be rich.

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Still no title

Let the record state that I love my daughter more than anything,

Anything.

(You can hear a but coming can't you?)

A combination of a cold, PMT and work-from-home-with a fevery teethy baby have left me feeling like some crafty bugger has pulled the bones out of my body, carefully minced them up and then poured them back.

Yes, yes I know. "It will get better" I hear you all chorus, but I want to moan and feel sorry for myself. Just for a minute, okay?

Thanks.

Feel better already.

Just went for a ride on my motorbike and screamed and swore as loud as I could at the bus that tried to run me off the road. Then hit the 20 speed humps on the hill up to our house as fast and hard as I could in the failing light, standing up, with my whoops and shouts reverberating in my yellow and black helmet.

Much better.

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Close up of one of the craters as seen in certain light from the picture window

Not even a title springs to mind

It seems the shimmering sands of Zanzibar have sucked all the words out of me.

So I guess I shall have to try again later.

Be patient with me?

When I said driving through trees, I meant it

Driving through a tree where the fairies live


We have more in-laws staying at the moment, this time of the sister variety. And we're off to Zanzibar tomorrow, ho hum. So more when we get back. Expect lots of gloating, Even though Zanzibar doesn't have any electricity and they only expect it to return in March!

No matter we'll be on the BEACH where it doesn't matter! Nanananana.

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This is where the fairies live

I kept expecting to see them flitting through the moss hugged trees. Maybe they were and I just wasn't quick enough. They're cunning little buggers, those fairies. My sister says that I should have taken along green lollipops, that they like those. Damn. At least I'll know for next time.

The pictures don't do it justice but the higher we climbed the louder the trees whispered and the swirling fog tugged at our coats and licked the back of our necks.



And all the while those pointy eared ones peered out from behind the wet rocks and with shiny eyes and ducked back again as we passed. They danced over water and said "nanananana" when we weren't looking.

And we drove through trees that hummed and vibrated and saw flowers so small that we nearly trod on them.






And when we reached the highest point we could go, the sky opened up and butterflies danced by on light wings.

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And I woke up this morning to this. There's a magic in the air, no?

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