I got nothing.
Normally what I want to share with you, usually pops into my head at some stage the day before, and kinda takes shape as the day goes on, in my mind, so by the time I am ready to put quill to parchmant, so to speak, I know exactly what it is that I want to say.
Today I got nothing.
Well actually that's not strictly true....I wanted to give credit to my special girl for voluntarily turning her own life upside down over the last 4 weeks, actually 8 weeks, but we both have the same mobile phone and she took mine....and so...I hear you say.
Well mine has all the pics on it that I wanted to use to illustrate and support my story.
Let me say this though, my girl, has had bronchitis, her young son has Pneumonia and here I am whining about the special attention I need ALL the time..."Well I do have a broken neck you know." "I am in terrible agony you know". Girls stop that...I can see you doing that thing where you roll your eyes to the ceiling. Been there, done that have you.
One of her friends actually asked her the other day "How's that hospital you're running at home working out for you then"
A bit tough when you are the nurse and the patient.
Actually we have butted heads a few times but nothing like the running of the bulls at pamplona or the bison on the plains of Texas. Just gentle hints at me pulling my weight around the house.
Actually I think I've probably played the sympathy card long enough. Apart from the continual excrutiating pain across my shoulders. The guy with the vice around the back of my head. The little guy sticking a red hot poker into my neck and up through the top of my head every two minutes... oh and my Darth Vader collar 24 hour a day, which by the way, has little children sprinting for the exit in shopping centres, there's actually nothing wrong with me.
Waiting for a table at crowded but very popular "in" coffee shops is a breeze. I simply pull my beany way down on my head and do my best Darth Vader impersonation....et voila. The best seat in the place is instantly available.
I don't think, however, that management is too impressed that the rest of the place has emptied as well....all for the bill for a strawberry/mango juice and a blueberry muffin, and a latte for my girl. I mean, c'mon dude, I had to break my neck to get in here after all.
Yup, not much wrong with me.
So on this crisp, beautiful, sunny day in South Africa with frost lying white on the ground.....like I said....
I got nothing.