It's strange how much we depend on simple distractions. Something to occupy the mind, the soul, the body.
The downfall of JWFan really brought home the sad monotony of my life, and how much posting on it acted as a bandage of the wound. On top of that she left the city of Windhoek to goto her families ancestral home (such as it is) in the North of Namibia, were mobile telephone reception is like something from the 1940's and her mobile internet stopped working.
The frequent flood of sweet messages and pictures simply stopped....
Thankfully the local supermarket had their cider on sale, and the wound on my scrotum hath healed over nicely.
Just a few more days....