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Life is SO hard ...

I know this doesn't seem like an awfully crafty title but bear with me - all will become clear. It all started when Wilsia, Tracy, my teenage daughter, Sophie and I arrived at OR Thambo airport on Wednesday, all fired up for Hobby X.

Wilsia had flown in from Cape Town and the rest of us from Knysna. As Wilsia had arrived first, she had made her way to the car rental place and we were to meet her there. And this is where things started to go a bit pear- shaped ...
Unfortunately, Wilsia has a history of not giving the best directions - she is from Cape Town after all - and Tracy, well, she’s not THAT good at paying attention to them! I am not awfully good at either of them, unless, of course I have a map in front of me that I can constantly swivel in the direction in which we are headed which frustrates any male within a 5 kilometer radius.
After an interesting tour of desolate parking areas, using their combined talents (made worse by the fact that I got shouted at by Tracy and Sophie for pointing out that people get murdered in such areas, we eventually found each other. I breathed a sigh of relief and put my pepper spray,  taser and pen knife away.
Then it was time to pack our suitcases into the car; no mean feat when you have four women,  four suitcases, laptops, hand luggage, handbags, the latest YOU magazine and a car with a very average sized boot! I like to think that the reason that we battled so much had nothing to do with female logic but was a more a result of sheer exhaustion after walking 97.2 kilometers around the airport.  After throwing our bodies in unison on top of the boot to get it closed so all worked out well anyway.  I did break one of my newly manicured nails though, which was most unfortunate - I so wanted to show them off as I worked the credit card machine…
As we left the airport. In our rental (me trying to glue my nail together with craft glue) Wilsia wondered out loud which turnoff we should take to get to The Dome. Tracy immediately piped up that she knew exactly where to go and then shouted, “Here, here! Take this off ramp to Pretoria!” five minutes later, we were giving each other sideways glances as we realized that we were heading in completely the wrong directions.
Once we got back to the airport, we tried again. All was going very well until we reached the the Gillooly’s interchange, and then it all went horribly wrong.  Tracy shouted, “Follow that truck!” which Wilsia duly did.  Only it wasn’t going in the direction she assumed it was…
After a scenic tour of both Bedfordview and then Edenvale we managed to get back to the airport. I has to constantly assure my 16 year old daughter that we knew exactly what we doing and give her a plastic bag to breathe into, which was a bit distracting, I have to admit.
Anyway, we managed to eventually make it to the venue, ensuring that we made no eye contact with anyone in cars next to us (we’ve heard all the stories about gangsters in Jhb).  We set up the stand without any gin and tonics so it looked a bit better than it did last year but wasn’t nearly as much fun. In fact, it was extremely tiring!
We got to our accommodation at about 7pm, tired, hungry and dragging our large suitcases behind us.  As Tracy lugged hers up the 20 stairs to our loft room, bouncing it loudly on each step, she sighed loudly and said, “Life is SO hard ...”

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Written by: Deborah Morbin - 03 March 2012
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