It is a strange experience when a character you write about becomes embodied in a real person. Yesterday I went to Vida with Greg and sitting next to us was Wilfred Herman, a character I created for my fiction writing class, gorging guiltily on jellybabies. 

There was nothing that gave Wilfred Herman as much pleasure as a small packet of jellybabies. He became quite breathless at the thought of the treat, his already rather chubby, pink cheeks becoming even brighter. Once he had procured the jellybabies, he would retreat to a quiet place where he would be alone and uninterrupted. There, he would carefully open the packet, taking care not to rip it, and then would pour the sweets onto the surface in front of him. He proceeded to divide the jellies into their various colours, ensuring that each group had the same number. Excess jellybabies were quickly devoured with loud smacking chews and much snorting satisfaction.

He appointed each of the babies a different role: he did not like the colours red and green, thus those jellybabies were the enemy, while the yellow and blue babies, his favourite colours, were the heroes. An epic war would be staged between the two, with assorted china pieces and books becoming the terrain and obstacles. Unfortunately, after much fighting, with Wilfred enthusiastically providing sound effects, there would be multiple casualties. Many good jellybabies were lost in battle, with Wilfred obligingly biting off their different limbs. 

Wilfred especially enjoyed decapitations. He would make the unfortunate baby twitch for ages after he removed its head. It was during these moments that he smiled, bits of baby in his teeth and a bright gleam in those over- anxious eyes. When the red and green babies inevitably lost and were lined up for execution, he helped to bring the losers to justice by systematically biting off their heads. He spat each of these out and lined them up to warn future enemies of his savagery. Wilfred loved to inspire fear in the hearts of jellybabies. He ate the winning babies with tenderness and regret, sometimes even tears. In all his 46 years, Wilfred Herman had never learnt how rude it is to play with ones food. 

I wanted to go and hug the poor unfortunate soul next to us, who was just trying to eat his jellybabies in peace. I had to keep looking at him until Greg got all embarrassed and threatened to go and sit somewhere else :P But he didn't understand how exciting it was, a "stranger than fiction experience!" 

Anyway, I also managed to finish a canvas this week- a very small one, but its a start. I painted for 6 hours straight and it felt amazing and right and beautiful, so I will start my big campus soon, just need time.

Yesterday Greg and I went on a sushi date and it was lovely, I ate and ate and ate and was a very happy girl. I think he was rather shocked at just how much sushi I managed to consume in a very small space of time... it was impressive :) He is wonderful. He always gave me the last piece of salmon sushi which is our favourite, and he said a whole lot of nice things that made me all fuzzy inside. 

Then We went and watched the Bafana game with jeremy, claire, tom, andre etc, which was cool, except I think I'm deaf because I couldn't hear anyone over the music and soccer is boring and long. In 90 minutes only one try was scored and I was practically sleeping by the time we left.