I have more social events this week than in the previous six months put together. Sadly, it’s coincided with a prolapsed disc in my back, which is trying to ruin everything. Sunday was pretty good: drugged up and braai’ing for 25 at our place. Monday fell flat due to a slight issue with not being able to walk (probably as a direct result of Sunday), Tuesday fell slightly less flat, as I wasn’t able to play football, but was able to eat some very good tentacles wiv the lads, and I have been lying down and resting as much as I am able today so that I can get out and about for a couple of hours this evening. Steak at a new restaurant with the Molton Brown Curry Club is the prize worth flattening myself for.
I have a night off tomorrow, before some drinkie-poos on Friday evening, a farewell braai (the second in a week: everyone is leaving) and a 50th birthday party on Saturday, before Sunday kicks in and I sleep for 24 hours.
Those who know me personally will be aware that I am not the most social of animals – kind of like the antithesis of a capybara – but I have plans to enjoy each and every event this week, making hay while the Covid levels are low, before going into hibernation again until at least September.