I’ll Do It My Way

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MY STORY

DIARY OF A ROLLING STONE and how I have just “thrown a double-six” to start a new chapter of a stable new life.” I don’t know why “the hell” I am writing this story of my life; because probably nobody will believe it, but my friends (who are a motley collection of out of the ordinary crazy individuals, as opposed to my dear wife’s rather “straight-laced” friends) have suggested that this account of my life could be a hilarious best seller (bit of hyperbole – big word, eh!). We shall see! * I am writing these first words on a Jumbo jet bound for New Zealand… and who knows what! I am a 39 year old male, who has been working in Cape Town as the Life Manager of a dynamic insurance brokerage, marking time to join my wife, M and twin sons, G and S in New Zealand. They have gone there 6 weeks ago on our second immigration to NZ (4th actually in 4 years…so we have had plenty of practice runs). We are going there for a dull stable life of bottling jams, pickling bums, er sorry buns and especially picking noses and endless cups of tea (as my dear mother says, all Kiwis do that – pick their noses, except for “straight” Round Tablers and Rotarians, who don’t do it at functions!).

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DIARY OF A ROLLING STONE and how I have just “thrown a double-six” to start a new chapter of a stable new life.” I don’t know why “the hell” I am writing this story of my life; because probably nobody will believe it, but my friends (who are a motley collection of out of the ordinary crazy individuals, as opposed to my dear wife’s rather “straight-laced” friends) have suggested that this account of my life could be a hilarious best seller (bit of hyperbole – big word, eh!). We shall see! * I am writing these first words on a Jumbo jet bound for New Zealand… and who knows what! I am a 39 year old male, who has been working in Cape Town as the Life Manager of a dynamic insurance brokerage, marking time to join my wife, M and twin sons, G and S in New Zealand. They have gone there 6 weeks ago on our second immigration to NZ (4th actually in 4 years…so we have had plenty of practice runs). We are going there for a dull stable life of bottling jams, pickling bums, er sorry buns and especially picking noses and endless cups of tea (as my dear mother says, all Kiwis do that – pick their noses, except for “straight” Round Tablers and Rotarians, who don’t do it at functions!).