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I've lately crawled into a little hole I like to call my bed, it has a tunnel that leads directly to work and back only, There's no passing go, no collecting your 200 and no landing on an opportunity or community chest. It's actually been really nice not having to think about communicating with anyone, but I guess that makes me a bad friend, no? I guess I can't argue, but at least it's been nice enough for me.

Anyway, so the past week or so we've had some people staying over at our house for the SA World Cup, and I think up until today it's been quite a nice experience. We've had two guys from New Zealand here who were supporting the Netherlands and a dutch couple doing the same:



The guys were here for four nights and they were really lovely about two years older than I am and quite polite, raised really well. They've got tickets to follow the dutch as far as they can and for most semi-final matches as well as the final, which I think is pretty cool. Then the older couple from Holland, here for only three nights, were just as amazingly sweet as can get. The lady, Gea, had nothing but the kindest heart you can imagine anyone to have and her husband was just such a sport:



Unfortunately today was the arrival of eight New Zea-landers, following New Zealand of course, and I can say with all honesty I've never felt so overwhelmed by a group of guys before. They're a bit scary to be honest, but I think it's mainly because they're such a big group that you don't know what to do with them really.

Let's hope my mom and I manage to survive these guys till Saturday morning. and then we've got no more visitors for a month until the Dutch couple come back and maybe the two nice kiwis mentioned earlier. But for now it's back to bed and trying to defeat this MINUS ONE degree Celsius weather.

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P.S. THIS SONG GIVES ME SUCH CHILLS and makes me quite happy to be South African.

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