Monthly Archives: November 2012

Farmer MissMiss is coming…

Farmer MissMiss is coming…

So who on earth is Farmer MissMiss? Is she an unmarried female involved in the agricultural industry? Here’s a clue: it’s not a she, it’s a he and he wears a red suit, has a big beard and likes squeezing into small spaces. It took me a few days to decipher it too but once(…)

Fragmented Family

Fragmented Family

Around the dinner table last night the subject centred around family and how fragmented our lives have become in the modern world. Many of us grew up with cousins down the road and grandparents round the corner but this seems more the exception these days and not the rule. Besides family members living in different(…)

Girlfriends

Girlfriends

I’m not a sociable person by nature. I find crowds intimidating and tend to get exhausted if forced to attend more than three social occasions in one weekend. But I do love my girlfriends. And my wish for my daughter is that she finds and keeps the kind of friends I’ve been lucky enough to(…)

Why Playing in the Mud is Important

Why Playing in the Mud is Important

A while ago we visited friends in Hartebeespoort Dam and spent the weekend relaxing by the pool, watching sport, having braais and generally relaxing. There were ducks to feed, bikes to ride and gardens to explore but the highlight for Rachel was splashing around in a muddy puddle. After a typical Highveld thunderstorm we all(…)

Something festive…

Something festive…

I’m joining in a fun Secret Santa initiative this year organised by The Stiletto Mum. When last did you receive a gift from a stranger? When last did you get surprised? Charlotte has pulled together more than 100 local bloggers and allocated them all with a name. The idea is that you buy a gift(…)

The Tale of the Parachuting Panties

The Tale of the Parachuting Panties

Picture if you will, a pair of nude coloured panties, vast in size, floating gently down towards earth, like a parachute with nothing attached. These were my panties and if you’re patient, you’ll hear how they came to be abandoned in all their silky glory, on the floor of the Woolworths Customer Services department in(…)