Now what!?...

I wrote yesterday that I would know today how serious my offishness is/was, it turns out I have Chickenpox! Not a good thing for transplant wannabee such as me. Now I have to take preventative antiviral antibiotics to protect my lungs against pneumonia. I had to drive to town to collect these and a parcel Marlene had sent me, (more antibiotics) and what do I find, a post office full of all the west rand mine workers, trying to draw their month-end pay all at once and post office personnel working at go-slow pace. I leave to drive around town and then out of boredom go for a hair cut in a salon, the second time in my life...The barber must have wondered.. as my hair was only about 12mm long and none the less I ask him; "please, do my hair ...number 1" After that, browsed the tackle shop and back to the post office to find the situation even worse as they had closed for lunch while I was away. I dropped everything else I wanted to do out of frustration, bought a piece of steak to prepare for supper and returned home. Arriving here I walk into the suspect scenario where foreign people towing a diesel cart are loitering around, when they see my vehicle arriving they speed away in a great cloud of dust. Never say never and now what!?...