1)This afternoon I'm going on a trout fishing expedition for the weekend with Moogs, Big T and a whole other crew, mostly men. I love trout and I love men. What's not to like? Dullstroom, fireplaces, a lodge, red wine. And most importantly: a much-needed weekend away, which is clearly overdue.
2)Big T, to make me feel better, bless his little cotton thermal vest, without my knowledge, made a Facebook fan group of my legs. I'm both flattered and extremely embarrassed. Blushing, oh dear Lord. Mostly because he could've set me up for a fall, which obviously wasn't his intention.
3)It's Friday. Thank the baby Jesus and his mighty flock.
4)I got some lovely 'just to cheer you up' emails yesterday. I want to marry all of you. ('Cept am not getting married – like ever - but you know what I mean.)
5)I have red nails, black hair and new clothes. I wanted to go out last night, but after prettying myself up, didn't end up going. Am seriously annoyed. OK that isn't a positive. But I did dream last night that C got married and I attended the wedding service topless.
6)It's the Durban July next week. May I arrive in Durban with a bang, create mayhem and destruction, and then quietly depart once I have discarded my name on Greyville Race Course. Are Durban boys horny?
7)I am not starving, nor am I a prostitute, nor do I have syphilis. One has to look at context – and consider every positive - when one has an I'm Not Coping attack.
8)I don't wear crimpolene. (....)
9)Business should start to roll next week. I'm both terrified and excited in starting to get this thing on track.
10) I will catch a fish. The last time I cast a rod was when I was 12, and all I got was a pond weed, but wha-eva. This time I will be surrounded and mentored by [male] professionals. Tight lines and good times.