The contractors faithfully ding donged just
after 8am this morning to collect their imphathla still residing in our
yard. I drove out the gate a little while later, a relatively simple
act, which today nearly resulted in me having to change my shorts.
I
was so busy contemplating why the two fellows lounging on the bank under
a big shady tree already required some shut-eye having just started
work; that I nearly beheaded the chap
snoozing in the road. I kid you not! There he was catching some
serious zzz's, shirt off, stretched out and extremely well camouflaged
against the dark background of the tar, his body covering most of the
left hand-side of the road.
Granted that side of the road is still
fairly well littered with debris yet to be scooped into a wheelbarrow,
but my hat...... it doesn't take a genius to realise that having a
little dudu in the road is a pretty good way to commit attempted
suicide! I hooted harshly as I swerved past his head and left him
staring after me, dazed and confused and possibly wondering what all the
fuss was about! Can I get an E I S H
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