I had a letter with some photos from Trienkie, who were in South Africa for two weeks holiday before returning to England to finish her second year, and I felt extremely home sick, but as she would anyway leave again soon, I quickly got over that, and got on with my time in Scotland. I was beginning to also miss Irma a lot, but she was so busy with shows that I don't think she had much time to think about me, although she did text me daily.This photo of Trienkie was taken not far from where I lived, on the road between Gordons Bay and Rooi Els.
We sometimes had some pretty weird and wonderful people staying in the hotel, and it was very enjoyable to talk to them during breakfast when taking their orders. We had this one couple, in their mid fifties, who had an adopted son of about thirty, and the three of them had booked a double room with a single bed added. That was quite weird, but they were very nice, and as I had to take their orders for breakfast, we had a nice conversation, and they loved the fact that I was a South African, as they went there on holiday a couple of times, and loved it.
This people were staying for two nights, and they asked me for a drink after work, and as they were so nice I accepted their invitation gladly, as Anna was not good company at the moment. She was now back in the hotel, swearing that she would never go back to Gordon, but I had my doubts about that.
Anna looked a bit upset when I told her that I was invited for a drink, but did not say anything about it, but I knew that she did not like to be left out.
That night just as I was about finished with clearing away all my pizza stuff, and Alex his lot, we got an order for 17 pizzas from a group renting some cottages across the river! I was devastated, and said outright that I was tired, but Rosanne came to the kitchen and insisted on us doing it, as it was some very influential people! To give her credit, she helped me, and we put up a production line, me rolling the dough, Rosanne putting the stuff on, and Alex putting them into the oven, and then into the boxes. But it nevertheless took ages, and Anna was finished long before me, and without even telling me, went up to the room.
When at long last we were finished, I was sent to the cottages with the tower of pizza boxes, and when I came back I peeped into the pub to see if my people were still there, and almost committed a bally murder, for who were sitting their boldly, laughing and smiling wide enough to almost split her face in two, but my friend Anna. She was dressed to kill in a small low necked top, lips and cheeks as red as she could get them, and eyes kohl lined and heavily made up.
I retreated, hoping that they didn't see me, as I just did not feel to drop in on that party, me being extremely cross, and also very tired. So I just went up to the room and went to sleep, but was awakened somewhere in the early hours of the morning by the door slamming, and Anna standing just inside the room, looking heavely upset. I sat up, wondering what happened, but she just gave an angry sob and disappeared into the bathroom, and took a long shower. I tried to cajole her into telling me what went wrong, but on that subject she kept mum, and I never found out what happened to upset her like that!
 My would be hosts of the previous night was a bitty stiff with me during breakfast, and I had to do all the waitressing, as Anna refused to go into the diningroom while they were there.