So, where’d January go?

One hen party (Nude art class. Phowaaar!)

One wedding (Mr Muffin’s son. I wore a frock)

Two funerals (Girls, get your girls checked out, ok?)

Meals at Forries, Café Royale, Cape to Cuba, Bombay Bicycle Club, (Yum. All with wedding-related family)

Two braais (One was a gas braai, does that count?)

Two dinner parties. (One I can’t remember much – too many cocktails)

One AGM and one committee meeting (Got to do something responsible)

Five training rides for The Argus Cycle Tour (should have been closer to ten)

Four movies (Invictus, District 9, Julie & Julia, Avatar. More than we saw in the whole of 2009)

Five lectures at Summer School (SA Crime Fiction. Horrified to hear that prostitutes in Kenilworth are busiest at about 7.30am. Just after the nice daddies have dropped their daughters off at school)

2 hours queuing in the Traffic Department – twice (the City has only just discovered that my husband died ten years ago and says he can’t licence his car if he’s dead. Must say they’ve got a point)

One audition (No luck)

One Bar duty at the theatre (Did my part in keeping turnover up)

One drunken cards evening, all girls. Raucous.

And now? My wallet is flat and my body is fat. ‘Roll on February’ takes on a whole new meaning.