Hey!Hey!Hey! It's a Sunday, The Sabbath, The Day of Rest and I be at work......Again!!!!
The skies outside, a bright clear blue , unpolluted with a frisk southerly breeze rushing in off the Great Southern Atlantic, a mere 3 kilometers away....
I was in high spirits, until I had a fallout with the Butchery staff, arguing with me about the lack of prime boerewors on the shelves, customers baying for blood at the butchery door..... I let rip, made them unpack wors from a 200 braaipack order for tomorrow and fill the shelf, they can redo the braaipacks tomorrow morning freeing up 400 pieces of wors for the shelf right now..... For some reason or other, they could not grasp the concept as to why we had to service the customers right now.... the braaipack order only being for 14H00 tomorrow....
I feel my blood pressure rising...... I feel the calling that I will be needing a few Son's of Jame's at my afternoon burning ritual.... for which I have already sent forth a white dove informing the English HO of this event...
Talking of the English HO, for some odd reason or other, she was quite tense with me in Mike's Kitchen this morning..... I was trying to figure out why, when halfway through the frying session, I realised that on a sibconcious level, her being English I should not be preparing a Scottish Breakfast of Tattie Scones, Black puddin' and Haggis Slices....
Wimmin' ach Crivvens!
