I see you, you sneaky shit. You pretended to go away, and then waited for everyone to get used to sunny weekends before making an appearance again.
Every year you overstay your welcome in Cape Town. You are like the friend who keeps saying "Just one more!" when all I want to do is go home and take my bra off.
I am usually okay for the first two months, but after the end of July I find myself staring at the calendar, praying for September to come. And then what do you do? You take your sweet time, you drol. As if that's not enough, you also love trolling us with half-arsed...