So I boarded the plane. Flew to Jo’burg. No bumps. Good flight. I’m calm. Get off at Joey’s, into the car, GPS on, off to Magalies. I’m starving. Like properly starving. Not too many Farmstalls along the route to Magaliesberg. Lots of e-tolls though. Like lots. My mind turns to our government. It starts getting messy. I switch back quickly into wedding mode and crank up the music. It’s a good drive and then, well then I shoot straight through a broken set of robots at a busy intersection. I check for the cops. There aren’t any. Whew. I get to Red Ivory Lodge, check the place out, jump back in the car and head back to Jo’burg (stopping at the intersection this time). That evening I have a stunning braai with family and hit the sack. Next morning I’m up early and on the road by 5.30am. I get to the broken intersection. I stop. I get to Red Ivory Lodge. I meet Angela for the very first time. I meet Christian for the very first time. The groomsmen are a comedy a minute, the bridesmaids are a complete pain in the bum – they’re moody, arrogant and just plain rude. Actually they’re not, I just threw that in for effect. They’re delightful. The thunder texasgoldengirl.com/ventolin/ clouds are everywhere and it looks like rain. Then it clears up and a hot, very chatty and cool wedding day turns into a hot and crazy evening reception. By 10.00pm I really don’t want to leave but it’s been a very, very long day so I bid my farewells, jump into the car and head back to eGoli. By now the thunder and lightning are all around and it’s bucketing down. The windscreen wipers on my car are completely dodgy. I miss one turn-off, swerve at another turn-off, almost hit a wall and then, well then I shoot straight through that broken robot intersection in the dark. Next thing, all I see are blue flashing lights behind me. ‘Should have enough loot in my wallet for a bribe,’ I think to myself (having watched Carte Blanche and all). And then, extremely disappointingly, the blue lights disappear. No cop interaction, no bribes, no nothing. Talk about a let down. Next morning 9.20am and it’s back to that small fishing village down South known as Cape Town. Thanks for a fine wedding Ange and Christian – I loved every moment of it. Oh and Ange, you can tell your dad he won – the Sharks did indeed beat us in the Currie Cup final.