Monday Morning

Off to the local post office, empty the box, collect a parcel and chat. Soccer, soccer, soccer. How much fun we've had during this World Cup, even those of us who haven't been to a game. The atmosphere is unlike any I've experienced in South Africa. A sort of "One nation, one goal" mentality. I pray that it continues after the event. I'm also hoping we get the Olympics, I don't think I'll be too old to enjoy that.
Hit the road and off to Bellville post office. From the parking area I can see some 150 people queueing. As people do when they are scared to lose their place these are almost body to body. It's 13 degrees outside but under the post office verandah it's a lot colder. As I approach the P O Box entrance there's a sad young lady, about 18 years old, baby in her arms. I say "good morning" and smile, she beams back at me and steps aside to let me through. I guess these folk are here to collect a govenment grant or pension. Does it feel good to wake up on payday or do the days just roll on? As I'm leaving I can smell the strong scent of orange, the line hasn't moved and a kind woman is sharing her orange with the young lady's baby.
It would be churlish to complain about anything this Monday morning, I have so much.