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It’s long overdue, this blog. Long overdue. At the very latest, I’d resolved to post this on the 27th July, exactly two months after my last on 27th May. But it’s past midnight now. Today is 28th. (Oops I see now that my last one was on 29th. This date confusion can happen in a… Continue reading Time passes. The sun will continue to rise.
Morning All, Tea. The first thought I had when my face was still squashed against the pillow, my arms bent at the elbow so that each hand rests warmly in between pillow and sheet. Useless bloody pillows my second thought. Flat and shapeless and worn and old. Need to get more. Hate shopping. Nice cup… Continue reading On rain and recycling and essentials
Today marks the 8th Friday of Lockdown. Exactly 8 weeks ago, South Africans were told to stay home. 56 days ago. I wish I didn’t have to mention the word lockdown. It’s a little tired term. I’m kind of over this term with its connotations of curtailment of freedom and all. For an unknown quantum… Continue reading ReFlective Friday. At 8 weeks.
Hullo my Noodles, It’s been a while I know. I’m sorry about that. Especially to all you new blog followers that I seemed to have collected just as I started to take a break from my daily blog. It seems a bit much though, a daily blog. But I did intend a weekly thing or… Continue reading A day. To appreciate.
Hi Puddings! Well, it’s now 6.31am now and I’ve been standing outside a little already and it’s pretty dark down there. Not sure I’m gonna be running on the road tomorrow, tripping on roots and things. No streetlights here. Yes, I know I can get one of those headlamp things, but I’d prefer to wait… Continue reading LOCKDOWN DAY 35 for SOUTH AFRICA
You know, I started off so well today, just the dawn and I. And then I messed it up. Now I’m so bedondered and wish I could take it back but I can’t. So I’m gonna rant away here. It makes me feel better I know. But let this blog be a BIG lesson to… Continue reading Lockdown Diary on a Wednesday
Morning to you all, (A theme of 'W’s' today. Not sure Why) Not wine this time that wrestled me awake. No, not even a drop. But the wind that whirls and the words that start to wind and wind. And then of course the utter weirdness of the world. If you try hard to imagine… Continue reading Lockdown Diaries Number 21
Saturday 25th April 7ish. I sit watching the sun, on my deck, my laptop where it was intended. On my lap. ‘Oh woe is me’ are the words reverberating in my slightly throbbing head. My Latin teacher, Miss Brogan. Bless her. It was what she said if I didn’t understand what was going on in… Continue reading Lockdown Weekend Diary
Friday 24th April Morning my fellow South Africans and my fellow World! Well, by now you would have seen a picture of our President with a face mask covering his eyes with all kinds of 'funnies' attached and then an appeal to please not do this. He's so tired, our hero, our leader. Our shining… Continue reading Lockdown Diaries: What I … blog about