I love winter.
It’s such a fun time of year.
There’s the excitement of driving on the roads behind those wonderful idiots who now suddenly feel that they have to either drive as if they have suddenly aged 50 years and cannot move faster than 30km/h or are on a constant mission to beat the rain and the rest of the road to their next destination.
You suddenly start getting all these lovely emails reminding you to give charitably to your local hospice/old age home/SPCA as they are now badly in need of blankets or warm clothes seeing as they obviously spent any money they made the rest of the year on those pesky advertising campaigns to remind us they exist in the first place.
And lastly, every news broadcast or article is now punctuated by a report on the devastation of the local informal settlement and some local government representative explaining the dire situation of these poor people as if he (and they) has never experienced such a harsh winter here before in our beloved “Cape of Storms”.
But personally I love winter because it is the one time of the year I can stuff my face with all kinds of fatty/salty/sugary/chocolaty goodness, safe in the excuse that I “need to burn the extra energy to keep warm”.
Bring on the hot chocolate and Ouma’s!