Aw crikey. It's nice having him around.
Despite the fact it's fucking cold at the moment - and he didn't believe me - and we had to buy a heater over the weekend, it's so nice having him here.
I haven't had a heater in years. I'm a bit stubborn and weird like that, but the Brit was looking rather uncomfortable to say the least. Halogens on full now, and I hope to fuck I remember to turn it off.
We went to a fanpark last night to watch Brazil Cote d'Ivoire with Ant and Gilb, and all simultaneously froze our collective ovaries and testicles off.
I have money on Brazil. I've upped my new sportsmanship into betting. I could win big bucks if Brazil wins. Am I going insane? Am I now a sports bookie?
Ref was a dick though. So what else is new.
I showed my Brit some of my local spots around Johannesburg, while ensuring we had some due...catch up time at home.
He can even blow a vuvuzela better than I can. Pants.
He's such a little handyman too. It's been an age since a guy fiddled with cables and machinery.
He's bloody good.