If The Bed Is A Rockin'... Or Has A Rock Underneath It?

Joolokeni and I arranged for her to come by today to take photos of her daughter, Josephine. I am pretty sure that she said that she would come by around 11am. She came at 3pm. Not that I had somewhere to go…

I did my laundry, shaved my legs, made eggs and toast at Maria’s and didn’t have any other chores to do, so I started watching episodes of Lost and listening to iTunes. Not too long after Joolokeni came by, John and Johnson came over. They walked over – which is rare – Johnson drives from his flat across the street to the bottle stores. It’s a 40-minute walk from Delicious’ flat to the homestead. Johnson, who is very restless and is never sitting still, came back into my room after having wandered around and made a joke about not sitting on the bed because he didn’t want to break it. John, Joolokeni and I were all on the bed. I told him that was ridiculous and that he didn’t weigh enough to break the bed. Johnson sat down and the bed broke. It was hilarious! Frans brought me a chunk of concrete to place beneath the bed to balance it out and it almost worked. We watched more Lost and I had dinner with Maria and Kavari when they got home.