On Freedom Day, men are allowed to do whatever they want

All year I had been looking forward to Freedom Day. On Tuesday night, I called Ted. "You do know what day it is tomorrow, don't you?" There was a long pause and a great shuffling of papers. "Wednesday?"

I sighed. "No, you idiot. It's Freedom Day." He was still whooping and cheering when I put the phone down.

At 6.45am on Wednesday, he arrived at my house with a bakkie full of beer. Not cans or bottles, but actual beer. He had lined the back with plastic sheeting and filled it with what looked l...