Fortunately, nosey ones, I have never been in a car accident, certainly not a fatal one – or I would not be here writing this column now, would I? However if I were to be involved in one (not fatal of course), I would want to be accompanied by this remarkable kid I happened upon in early December. For I know that with him at my side, our chance of surviving would be that much greater.
Wow what a kid! With Christmas day approaching – the only one in the calendar year that sees most people supposedly able to find it in their hearts to be good to their fellow man – I was given that opportunity early by that remarkable kid.
It was one of those lousy days when I found myself rather bored and experiencing an intense case of cabin fever. Cabin fever on a 70-hectare farm, what is wrong with me?
Anyway, I decide to take a drive into town just, well, to take a drive. I normally would not do that because the cost of diesel, which is a killer for any farm, especially at the price of nearly R17 a litre.
Alrighty then… Argh, the diesel cost is voting against the drive, but here comes that inner voice and it’s telling me “Argh man, go for the drive, it will be good for you” and I'm saying, “No way that I’m going to waste diesel”. But the voice insists, “Go for the drive”.
Then I say to the voice: “Look here pal, last night I put a bottle of vodka on ice that I want to start enjoying and I want to do some baking and start putting up the Christmas tree so, “no drive, sorry pal”.
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