“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.
So let’s talk childbirth and all the things nobody cares to share with you. You know the less glamorous stuff that gets shunned off to … Continue reading Birth
I suppose every mother gets sentimental around the time of their child’s birthday. What the hell am I even saying I think ANY mother is pretty … Continue reading One, two and then comes three