A Play of Cosmo & Some Mynt

The day was well spent. Lunch with an ex-colleague and her husband, letting out steam about a dysfunctional system (the system is not dysfunctional, we have become impotent) and general chitchat about how her going away to America will affect her, the pathetic monies that her husband's company is paying him (and thinks it's a big deal) for this transition, how her childand she will cope and the usual worries that accompany one on any relocation especially to another country.

Then spent a sickening 2 hrs in traffic trying to get to a play. Witnessed 'Witness for the Prosecution' which I thought was a bit of a drag and didn't enjoy it too much. I had, of course read the play by Agatha Christie and was privy to the twist at the end, but that knowledge notwithstanding, I thought I'd enjoy the play, when in fact wanted to snore away.

Hit The Blue Bar with cousins and sipped some great 'cosmopolitan' and then a ravenous bunch migrated to the 'Mynt', a restaurant where we tucked into some much needed nourishment for the body and soul.

It's 2.15 pm and actually wanted to write about something for a dear friend in Saudi but that will have to wait for the morrow.

If you're reading this, all I want to say Irf, is, that sometimes in our ignorance we curse life and call it names and say it's cheated us. Pause. Think awhile. And cast your mind back to life. Yours. You will find that you have many a times cheated upon yourself. Life has never let us down or turned traitor. Never life.

And you are a good person. Believe that.