Let's try this again

So, it's been about 8 months since my last post, and I was apparently really crap at this blog thing before that anyway... I used to write once a month maybe, and then pack it full of news like a much-loved-by-all group email. I have been advised by my older (and much wiser) sister - who maintains her own blog for my delightful nephew, that this is not the way to do it. So, it all starts again here.

I am once again footloose and fancy free. The thing masquerading as a relationship, that I prophetically told everyone to wait for it to last 3 months before I would give out details, is over. Surprise. He wants to be friends. Surprise again. Oh well, a girl can never have too many friends I guess!

The problem seems to be my love of sport. And perhaps my love of beer. Altogether = tomboy. Even though I have purchased 6 (expensive) pairs of heels in the last 4 months, am wearing Dior (yes, Dior!) make-up every day, and have never been girlier, that curse of growing up South African where sport is a religion, a part of your personality, a love like that of travelling, has struck again.

Except it's not a curse. I couldn't be happier than when I am holding an ice cold beer, and yelling for the Boks. Or for Arsenal. Or for the Proteas. Or even for Holland now I have made myself an honorary Dutch football supporter ;-)

I will not change. I will just date a better class of man from now on. Watch this space.

Oh, and here are some pics of me wakeboarding on Sat - damn it hurt!