So. Kids.

Where I'm staying in Cape Town, I am 100% convinced that the neighbouring people all had lights out at the same time roughly thirteen years ago and got down and dirty with eachother, as there are at least 15 fucking ankle biters that roam around and deem themselves fit to wrestle, scream & cry outside my bedroom window.

Last week I was tanning out on the lawn with a book in hand, when I look up into the tree above me and three little boys are grinning down like a bunch of bloody monkeys. As soon as they realised I'd seen them, they slunk off as if they were James Bond on the way to get a shaken, not stirred, martini with three olives.

Little assholes. Their moms all look at me like I am some hussy from Hillbrow zoning in on their kids too.

Oh, so thats right - they can gawk at me, but when I yell at them to go play on the train tracks, I'm the bad person?!