“You can’t sit with us’. A slogan that seems to be on quite a lot of merchandise these days. A saying that is completely contradictory to … Continue reading You can’t sit with us.
In the dimly lit house I feel like shedding a tear, in the dark on the cold tiled floor on a hot summer evening. That sounds pretty poetic, actually it was more along the lines of ugly crying (Kim Kardashian style) in the dark, on a hot floor, I don’t know who is screwing with El’ Nino and La Nina or who ever is appropriate but GAWD it’s hot. Like sweating bullets hot. Continue reading Bring your own Brass Band
The skies decided to open this evening and bless us with some much needed rain. The Western Cape is in a drought, the worst recorded in … Continue reading The little things.
Life is racing at Mach speed and it feels like I literally need to hold on to something grounded to prevent myself from getting whiplash. Wasn’t … Continue reading Happy 20 uhm 18
Sitting on the couch, after eating what feels like double my weight in delectably divine food, there’s a tad of despair that this year is drawing … Continue reading Mind over matter