Someone has been so busy playing family-family for the past year that I nearly swallowed a whole sticky toffee when I receive an email from a friend asking the following:
"In the mood to go to Kayla's book club on Friday night?"
The holy cow decided to remember us. I'm sorry babe, but Fridays are out of bounds for meeting at a house except if it promises a BIG party.
And book club on a Friday night??? Should I bring my dusty granny-bunny flannel pajamas along too? They were a Xmas present from long ago, in case you wonder...
My reply to the questions and pardon the filthy language, is this: "Is jy helemal B*****K?"
Roughly meaning are you *** in your head...