It had returned, ever so silently the bitter cold had drifted into the warm bedroom whilst we slept, it was that kind of coldness that causes my naked arms to feel a burning sensation as I sit in my warm bed typing this...
My warm mega cup of Moose Famous Coffee long since depleted, The English HO had long abandoned her obese husband for the cold kitchen....
The Moose pondering the benefits of attending work today, "Should I stay or Should I go?" , he started to hum a tune in his numb cranium......
The bed his comfort, out there, a town full of masked folk....
" I have six more episodes of Solar Opposite I could watch" , he thought.....
It was seven degrees out there in the ancient Namib......
Anyhow I have a rusted flat Potjie pot to clean as I needed to attempt Deep Fried Calamari over the coals....thats a good enough resson to stay home......
Hey!Hey!Hey! Tis' Friday....
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