Doing it the South African way.

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Prompt: Write about whatever you’d like, but write using regional slang, your dialect, or in your accent.
Ag, you know, I sent the WordPress Prompt blokes a suggestion.  The suggestion was “Write a post phonetically.” So check what they did, they went and told everyone to write local.  But you know, I see they used their kop, cos the way I see it, after reflecting big time, the other blogging okes wont know how or what I saying. I mean, when I saw the prompt only one word came into my head “Jislaaik!” It’s like they sommer went and took my suggestion and twisted it into a blerrie koeksister.
Ja, but I’ll tell you what.  It prolly didn’t even happen that way.  I swear, they didn’t even look at my idea.  But, its laaik I said, I’m a touchy bird.  Ag shame man, I feel bad now, cos I skinnered about them. Tomorrow I’ll be feeling all bakgat again.  Still, it makes you think, doesn’t it, hey my china?
*hugs*

Not all South Africans speak this way.  There are many accents.  This is the one closest to me.  More the “Jo Burg joller'”or as they say lately “Jozi”

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Favourite Characters

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Todays NaBloPoMo.  Who is your favourite character of all time?

My favourite characters are usually those who make me laugh.  So, I’ll have to place “Basil Fawlty” played by John Cleese in “Fawlty Towers” right on the top of the list.  That automatically also makes me  John Cleese fan too, of course.   I have watched episodes of “Fawlty Towers” over and over, on a few occasions now, and still, Basil Fawlty makes me laugh my socks off.

Coming a close second is “Detective Inspector Derek Grim” played by David Haig in “The Thin Blue Line.”  These are really old comedies, but they can still compete with the best of what is available now.

*hugs*

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It was only when I shoved the broom out of the window…

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Yesterday my littlest daughter (7) called me, sounding a little terrified.  In a flash my eldest daughter and I arrived in my daughter’s room.
“There’s a wasp!”  Said my littlest daughter, with fear in her voice.
When I saw the wasp I understood why, it was huge.  I told littlest daughter to stand in the passage.  I closed the wasp in the room and ran for my first weapon of defence.  Yes! You guessed it; the broom.  Rushing back I saw that eldest daughter (20) was standing there with littlest one making sure she was ok.
I took a deep breath, and opened the door.  I tried to push him out of the window with the broom. All the while, eldest daughter kept laughing and telling me that I should rather let her do it.  I must have been quite a sight running around the room chasing the wasp with a broom.
“Give my one good reason why I can’t get this wasp out of here?” I asked.
“Well, firstly, you’re too short!” she said, still having a good old guffaw.
“Too short my foot!” I said! (There’s a pun in there, somewhere)
This only fuelled my determination to get the wasp out.  Just then, the wasp settled on the edge of the broom, and I just stuck the broom out of the window, gave it a little shake, and the wasp was free.
I can just hear some of you thinking that I could have used some sort of spray to terminate him, but to be honest; I would rather see him flying off without me having to do the dirty.
*hugs*

Day 2

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“Surely, Thou Doth Jest”

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If you are a regular here you will be aware of the goings on in my life over the past two weeks; about the lightning striking an outside pole, the power failure for three days, my laptop crashing, the extreme slowness of my old laptop.

Yesterday, I was able to get online with the laptop manufacturer who helped restore my laptop, it took about an hour and a half.  When I had eventually fixed my laptop successfully with their help, I heaved a happy sigh of relief. I was quite proud of myself as I did not even lose a single photo.

So, after all this was done I walked down the passage as I thought a cup of coffee would be in order.  Some dark spots on the ceiling caught my attention, and I wondered who did what.  It happened once before that someone opened a coke which was full of gas and it all squirted on the ceiling, making it full of brown marks.  These marks looked the same, so I thought one of the children may have an idea what happened there.

I made my coffee and on my way back to the study, I noticed that the ceiling seemed to be bowing a little and the marks seemed more somehow…  Looking up at the ceiling, hands is the air, I said to the ceiling “No! Surely thou doth jest!”  the ceiling replied with a drop of water landing on my face.

Yep, the geyser burst!  Cold shower this morning! eeek!

BTW, ceilings like being spoken to in old English.

*hugs*

PS: The picture of the Lavender is there to make me feel better.