I should still be sleeping! It had been a long, punishing day and night hosting media for breakfast at the deliciously quaint Rawdon’s in the KZN Midlands with Donovan Neale-May, my client from The Reeds at Balgowan who briefed the media on the why’s and wherefores. 

Kulula couldn’t start the engine (neither by air nor hand) so we had to wait an hour for another part to arrive. The short of it is we arrived in Joburg an hour later than expected, left dinner two hours later than planned and as the folks at Protea Wanderers couldn’t find the luggage we had had dropped off before we went to dinner – it was 2am before I got to bed!
 
The question, of course, is why I am awake at 6am when my body and my alarm suggests otherwise. I should have remembered from other property developments I’ve promoted, that construction is a messy business especially when the Midlands’ rains are in force. Despite my best tippy-toeinig my shoes (the only pair with me) got covered in mud.

I’ve become spoilt staying at luxury hotels where they have 24-hour housekeeping to take care if things like muddy shoes before a big day. Thomas, who was at the front desk during our hunt for the missing luggage, agreed to keep our shoes until housekeeping arrived at 6am for them to work their magic and return shoes to their former shine. It was Thomas who called at 6am to tell me that Housekeeping no longer handle shoes and they would be returned to my room unkept.

I’ll be dragging my muddy heels around Sandton City looking for something to keep me awake. I’m attending a cocktail reception at Microsoft as part of the Enablis entrepreneur of the year competition which Donovan is judging later before heading to another big dinner. Last night was seafood splendor at Vilamoura – almost cut my hands on the wild Mossel Bay oyster shells – while quaffing Havana Hills Sauvignon Blanc.  It was the third round of double Amaretto on crushed ice with two cherries that killed me. I thought if I survived the Kulula flight and the triple gins and tonics I needed to soothe the stress that my liver was immune. Ouch, my head hurts.