Cold feet

Literally.

Snow on mountains mean a frosty Johannesburg. But being weekend meant that I could do a quick, warm catch up/goodbye with a friend. I also collected my car from the mechanic and it almost felt like I had to pedal it to get some power compared to the V6 limousine that I had used the past 3 weeks.

The cold wind rattled my car windows on the highway as I scrutinized the repairs which seem to have left my tiny car almost rattle free - yet!

I had a slight argh moment when sister sent me a rental agent furnished seaside apartment which could possibly be ideal plus R3 grand cheaper. I stopped, blinked then emailed the agent asking for more details. I do have a strange sense of trust of what is for me - won't go by me, so in a way it's out of my hands (my glove covered hands)

Did I mention it's cold? Hahahaha