Believe me my young friend, there is nothing - absolutely nothing - half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats- The Wind in the Willows Arniston: Around 1995: Recently married, my husband and I hired a little boat (a rubber thingie with a tiny engine, I imagine around 15horse power engine- why… Continue reading Messing about in boats: a short story for our time.
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On rain and recycling and essentials
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
A day. To appreciate.
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.
LOCKDOWN DAY 35 for SOUTH AFRICA
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
Lockdown Diary on a Wednesday
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
Lockdown Diaries Number 21
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
Lockdown Weekend Diary
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
Lockdown Diaries: What I … blog about
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
Lockdown Diaries Number ?
Morning Noodles! Ah, here we go again! A blue grey pink patterned sky greets me as my fingers start flexing. Isn’t nature quite beautiful? And isn’t it just performing superbly without us? On CNN last night, before Ozark ( got to end of Season 1 eventually and now definitely in love with Marty - to… Continue reading Lockdown Diaries Number ?