I'm tired. I'm tired of being in lockdown. I'm tired of people supporting the lockdown. I'm tired of people not supporting the lockdown. I'm tired of people railing about "the situation" before they've read all the facts. I'm tired of the mixed messages from our leaders - local and international. I'm tired of listening to … Continue reading I’m tired….
Imagine - can you - a new world? It's incomprehensible that less than a hundred days ago, no-one had heard of the Novel Corona virus now known as Covid-19. Corona is no longer just Selma's favourite beer. It represents the biggest threat to the world's population since the Black Death (plague) and, potentially, the Spanish … Continue reading A re-imagining: life after this Corona
Mid 2019, blogpal @traciyork shared a selection of family photos from her childhood. It set us chatting about how photos like those reflect the essence of the period through the fashions: furniture, clothing and, of course hair. It made me contemplate the very few photographs I have of myself as a young adult in the … Continue reading Those hair(y) days…into the 90s…
Chop. Chop. Chop. It's a Sunday and it's day two, no three, of South Africa's 21 day lock down. We're all obliged to stay at home so that we neither share or acquire the now not-so-novel virus that virus that's causing Covid-19. Then I have a brainwave: certain folk have been suggesting that I have … Continue reading Jammin’ with chillies: A reprise
I went cold. Not because a Cape Cobra had tried to join us for brunch. The moment The Husband and I rose from the table - in unison - he literally turned tail and headed back when he'd come. That was yesterday. This morning, going through the ritual Sunday chores, listening to the local radio … Continue reading Where were you when…?