So today’s prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is Door. Write about a door you walked through this week that was not your own.
I have walked through a few doors this week . One door I walked through was to my friends for dinner. I like their doors – they’re made of good wood and and are sturdy. They can keep people out or let them in – that’s what doors are for after all. No, I don’t think we’re supposed to write about door but rather what happened once passing through said door.
Well, it all started well. We were there for a good South African braai. My friends are wonderful hosts and cook fabulous food. Gareth was there too, and this was a kind of great to see you again old friend and have a good trip back to England on Friday, type of affair
I was having a stunning time, wonderful conversation, bonding with friends, sharing a bottle of excellent “Life from Stone’ wine with Perci – perhaps a glass too many? No – not more than usual on such occasions.
We sat down to a wonderful meal – Mielies (corn on the cob) with lashings of butter to start followed by chops, wors and all the usual trimmings. I ate a goodly amount and all was well. But suddenly my head began to spin – right in the middle of the meal. I excused myself and lay on the couch. I felt sooo strange. Perci gave me a cold compress to press to my hot head – and then uh oh – The proverbial talk with the great, white telephone!
Not good to take ill at any time, but when you’re not in your own home it’s even worse. But such is life and happily I recovered. I found out later that a bug was roaring around our little town and had made a little stop with me too.
Now the doors I really want to talk about are the ones I have at home – I want them painted white – And I have the go ahead – Next week or the week after, when all the alterations are complete, my doors will get a fresh, new, face lift!