“I’m not getting outta of bed, I’m not getting outta of bed, I’m… not… getttting… outta of bed…”
But the longer you stay there, the less brave you feel and the closer it gets to the time you have to go to work. But then your wife, whose been braver than you since they day she pushed out your beautiful child, shakes you, saying, “You’re gonna be late for work, honey. It’s time to get up.”
Not wanting to admit that you’re too scared to leave your blanket, you get up with exaggerated yawns that are secretly protests against the lack of control you have over your life in the day ahead.
Creakkk, creakkk, creakkk – your bones make funny noises in your head as you stumble to the bathroom where, for a moment (that seems helpless and forever), you’re too scared to be momentarily naked; in between being in your pajamas and in the hot shower.
Finally! You did it! You never died! You’re a hero!
The showerhead rains warmly on you, giving you hope that you will survive the cold in between getting clean and putting clothes on. YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE IT TO THAT FIRST HOT COFFEE.
Big PS: HELLOOOOO, KNYSNA and Oyster Festival tourists. Welcome to our coldest morning of the year so far. 1C for most but guaranteed frost around our many, pretty watery places. Look forward to a sunny sky day aiming for a fabulous 17C high. Expect the next 4 days to get progressively warmer i.e. brilliant Winter weekend ahead! Enjoy… and, always, LOVE KNYSNA.