getting ready

All too soon I was all packed and ready, having , made my house as safe as I could, greeted all the neighbours, and saw that all the fences were strong and in good condition to keep Skramunkel in.
I had a strange conversation with Bush, who ran up to the car when I pulled out, and asked me to bring back as many Pounds as I could, and he will give me Rands in exchange. On my asking him what for, a wide smile spread over his face, showing his set of very white teeth, and he informed me that his greatest wish is to go to England and get rich! 'Rich', I asked him, how on earth do one get rich in England without a good education, or a lot of experience in a certain field, but he just shook his head and said no, he wasn't really going to work, but he will get rich.
Yes, he drawled, stretching the yes out for about ten seconds, and looking quite excited, the English, they are stoopid, very stoopid! On me then asking what on earth he meant, he told me that the Africans go over to England as asylum seekers, stayed for a number of years, some sometimes even getting a work, and take out heavy life insurance. That they then pay for a number of years, when they tell the Brittish authorities that they have to go back to Zimbabwe, or any other African country to look for either their children, wives, or father and mother, after which they disappear into the bushes, and the family then claim from the life insurances, stating that for instance if it was a Zimbabwean, Mugabe's mob had killed that person, and of course then they get the insurance money! 'Yes, and then they all live varry good, varry good!', stated Bush grinning widely at that wonderful thought! If that really was happening I don't know, but Bush was very sure of his case, and begged me again to bring him some pounds.
Poor old Hendrix was not at all keen to get into the car, and looked at me with his big amber eyes full of fright, and his body language told me boldly that I was close to being a murderer in wanting him to go on a trip again!But as I had the windows open, he lay in the draft going through the car, and as it was quite cool, he did not not have too bad a trip. He was going back to Irma.
All too soon I was on the plain to Dhubai, from where another Emerates carrier would take me to Glasgow.
Scotland was as usual just perfect for me, and I even had a wee love affair again, but that ended with me feeling quite exhausted and glad of my single state, as I think I was by now to comfy at doing my own thing, packing up and go if I felt like that, or stay put if so inclined.
The hotel where I have been working have been sold, and I had to cope with the new owners, and they were just not my cup of tea, although very good to me. The previous year when they took over was already quite stressfull, so I only hoped that the owner didn't still feel that I wanted to run her hotel. Thing is, with their white Labrador shedding hair all over the hotel, and after I found some of its hair in the kitchen, I complained, and Anne was not happy at all, demanding to know whether I wanted her to have the animal put down. I asked her then why they had to take it through the hotel, as the cottage had a backdoor leading outside, and that would keep the hair from getting in everywhere.
She was a funny person, for instance, the kitchen could be so dirty that not even a fly would sit on anything, like it sometimes was after my two days off, but in the store room, everything had to be always in straight lines, and if anybody left anything in there out of place, all hell broke loose.
But I was welcomed with open arms, and by now the one daughter was quite good at assisting at dinnertime, so I was quite content, except for Anne's hair that was like Anna's, grey all over, and she also dyed it black, but what bothered me was the fact that she always let it grow out for several inches before redyeing the roots, and it looked terrible and cheap.But at least the dog, a beautiful white Labrador, was taken out through the backdoor of the cottage as I had suggested the previous year.
I had to laugh when one of the locals told me that they now serve macvities biscuits with pizza topping, and when I looked at him, not quite understanding, he started to laugh, and I then grasped the fact that the pizzas Anne served up were very small, and realized then why she complained to me on the phone, stating that Joe had lied when he told her that the pizzas were very popular. I promised Ewan that I would see to it that the pizzas go back to normal size, and was indeed shocked when I asked Rosy to make me a pizza, and she came up with this minute excuse for one, and then Anne and self had a big fight, as I told her what the people say, and to pay for a regular Pizza, and then get a miniature excuse for a pizza, was criminal, at which she again rushed out of the kitchen, yelling for poor Brian, who was always the peacemaker. I then started making pizza bases when I did the cooking and baking, and Rosy had to just put the toppings on, and we buried the weapons and became friends again.