Gosh-dammit!

And Nemo has left the building. It's been a good weekend - smouldering heat, wierd-deformed flap jacks and all - much needed sibling-bonding-time, which feels like it flew by faster than you can say, "Professional Grieffers". Last night he cooked for us too - chicken stir-fry, which was all kinds of delicious! And this morning, I walked into the kitchen and found him mixing up a crumpet batter - yes, they were quite yummy and they came in all shapes and sizes: the normal kind; the little-deformed-sperm-guy; the sting ray with no head; the face that just realised we're about to eat it...our Nemo is quite the talent. And yesterday, he made-nice Ordinary Guy with a smile and his usual polite-awkward-charm.

Ordinary Guy who, by the way, got knocked. It seems that some retard (not the good kind) driver backed into him in the parking lot - and he ended up lying under his motorbike. He didn't dislocate or break anything though, and he can walk (with a limp), and jump if he wanted to I guess, and probably run even, if he ignored the burn where the layers of skin had been shaved off (it looked disgusting, oozing blood and semi-viscous stuff) - and so, I guess Ordinary Guy would count that as being perfectly A-ok. I, on the other hand, would have given that driver a piece of my mind...and then some! How on earth do you not see a guy on a motorbike, in a leather jacket and helmet? It's like Darth Vader in real time (in a really kiff leather jacket) - not something you can possibly miss! Well anyway, I think I added to his injuries, so I shouldn't be one to run my mouth (it seems that I'm not only a walking hazard to myself, but I'm one to Ordinary Guy too), which made me feel all kinds of awful - especially since he made me feel some kind of wonderful.

Well anyway, I best be getting back to this soon-to-be-due assignment of mine. I hope Nemo has a safe trip back to the JHB...I waved him off with a heavy heart - though strictly no waterworks. Goodbye Brotherling, till October.