WEEKLY WATER WATCH
- 24/ 10/ 2007 <--Prev : Next-->
MISSING HUSBAND !
Thank goodness the Rugby World Cup is over and I can have
my Husband back !!
HeeHoo is definitely not the same man, when the World Cup
is taking place, he becomes
distracted, distraught and detached !!
His dreams, I am sure, are all in green and gold
Technicolor, and involve drop goals,
running after Wilkinson, scrumming with Os, he even sings
Bok Van Blerk songs in his
sleep !!
His right foot twitches and jerks so much that even the
cats leave the Marital Bed...
His pillow is almost continuously twisted in the shape of
a rugby ball when he awakes, and
when and staggers off to the office, it is not to work,
but to phone his friends and talk
Bokke talk !!
I can even get him to go and queue for essential
commodities, as he is bound to find a
fellow Supporter in a bread or a Pilsener queue somewhere
!!
It all started when that wretched Boeing flew over the
Ellis Park stadium in 1995 having his
roots deep in the Kokstad hinterland ... his Bokke blood
flowed like the Vaal River, his
Leurloop Heart pounded furiously, and he vowed to never
miss his Team ever !!
Our car sound system, when we travel, used to resound with
intellectual podcasts, Richard
Burton reading Thomas Hardy, or snippets from thought
provoking Talk Shows, but for
months now we have been listening to Rugby Songs about
some chap called "Habana" by
Bok Van Blerk !!
Television has always been a nightmare in our house,
HeeHoo watches one channel and
our legendary butler Charlie watches the other !!
Needless to say the telly has been tuned to nothing but
Bokke related topics, "Famous
Tries, Legendary Kicks, Stupendous Drop Goals" et al, for
months now !!
If I hear Naas Botha's voice once more I am going to
scream (Mind you I don't mind the
odd sneaky peek at Victor Mattfield when HeeHoo is not
looking !)
Bokke fever reached a peak in S.A. this week, I gather the
traffic police were wearing
Springbok jerseys and even the entire S.A. Army had the
S.A. flag tattooed on their
faces......
At the Oliver Tambo Airport in Johannesburg, a green
carpet the entire length of the
runway was laid down for the returning Heroes, and at
Heathrow the London Fire Brigade
must have used the equivalent of Zimbabwe's entire water
ration for the whole year,
spraying the Springbok plane as it arrived in all its
glorious triumph.
Oh well, its all over now, we can become Man and Wife
again for a couple of months, until
I find him secretly perusing the New Zealand Travel
Guides, and I know the whole
delightful experience is going to start all over again.
TIC x x x
