Read: The thing about weddings…
Sep02

Read: The thing about weddings…

  A few weeks ago we had the privilege of attending a wonderful family wedding in Slovenia. I’m an only child and grew up with small family gatherings as the norm, so I absolutely relish the idea of having loads of family members get together for one big party, and this wedding certainly didn’t disappoint. Of all the lovely memories made, of all the group photos (and selfies) taken in that picturesque location, the...

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Read: A party among the roses
Jun17

Read: A party among the roses

In December last year my mom turned 60. We wanted to throw a party for her but she didn’t want too much attention focused on her. So we told her she could have a joint party with her grandson. She was sold. But really, the day was meant to be all about her. I had heard about Ludwig’s Roses on the outskirts of Pretoria ages ago but never been there before. I was looking for the ideal party venue when I came across this...

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Read: the journey

We have just come back from a few weeks in South Africa. I won’t use the word ‘holiday’ because as I have blogged before, with kids it’s not a holiday, just a change of scenery. Don’t get me wrong, this change of scenery is valuable, but you set yourself up for disappointment when you expect to have a leisurely time. You see, Gus found it really tricky to settle down for naps and bedtime. It was a...

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Read: a footnote in South African history

My dearest darling Gussy, On the day you arrived on your first visit to South Africa, we heard the news that this country’s greatest leader, Nelson Mandela, had passed away at the age of 95. Then, on Sunday 15 December 2013 you were baptised, it was your father and my 3rd wedding anniversary and Madiba was laid to rest in Qunu in the Eastern Cape (don’t worry, I’ll teach you how to pronounce that one day). I simply...

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Read: Wordstagram: Sunday morning

Play this track, then read the post The baby sits perched in his highchair on the unmowed lawn in the garden behind the house, damp from the pre-dawn dew that soaked it through. We don’t usually do this but it seemed the most logical way to have him in the garden without him being able to roll around and hurt himself while we did some chores. He stares intently at this cloth activity book on the tray in front of him, using...

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Read: All I want is you

She orders the lentil and goats cheese salad with beetroot and chives. He orders the soup and sandwich. The bread is made of that amazingly dark nutty wheat with a hard crust. She eyes it enviously when the food arrives, imagining slathering it with a thick layer of salty butter as she crunches into her medley of healthy borningness drizzeled in extra virgin olive oil. She looks up and realises he’s been talking but she has no...

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