November Chills

[Sweder]

Nothing major but nonetheless 5k along the Cape Town seafront. Undeterred by my spurning their previous offer the lovely Celina and Chloe persuaded me to join them for a Birthday lope before our trip to Balthazar's. We hit the streets at dusk, caressed by a warm, gentle sea breeze as the sun lay gently down behind Lions' Head and Signal Hill. Stars twinkled on the edges of the darkening sky, the lights on passing trawlers signalling back their secret intergalactic code.

The run was gentle, the conversation amiable. I enjoyed the locals' slack-jawed attention as I plod past, a hunched grey thorn between two sweet young roses. Hey, it's my birthday, OK? The MU Rowdies did me proud, serving up a second-string paddling to the Toffeemen. Sadly I didn't get to watch the match with my Evertonian customs agent. We'd been lucky to get the last sitting at my favorite Waterfront restaurant, the football updates delivered via text message and mobile browsing.

It's full-on early doors action here on the day after the fabulous supper the night before.
Luc Hendrix, Ronan's boss at the IDF, blew the Somelier away with his knowledgable selections of grape juice. The R&Vrede Shiraz was the perfect accompaniment to my ample fillet and delectable fries.
- Sigh - it'll take more than a gentle 5K to offset that little lot