the adlards

Last Monday night I was as low as I’ve ever been …

… New Year would be in autumn.

… then they found a space in their busy schedule.

I had thought I’d booked a “business facial” treatment today but it turns out only my email confirmation and I thought that, so it’s vodka con limo by the pool at my 5-star country hotel.
This post had a pithy closing line but I’m finding myself too intrigued by the nature of disappointment to bother.

With a rack of lamb on the braai and a little Chianti what more is there to say?

When the Three left home this morning, and I was about to head up to Joburg for three days, Josie said, “Daddy, please write something down so that you don’t forget me.”
If you have children you will probably have considered that the only circumstances in which you could possibly forget them are very dire indeed. [...]

Michelle went to Home Affairs this morning to renew her passport only to be told she’d lost her citizenship and would need to figure out quite where that was before applying for a passport. Three hours and an interview later she couldn’t continue to verify her status because - on my advice - she didn’t [...]

cold stone skipping
over still waters of sleep
never submerging
.. en ek weet ek gaan so om twee-uur vanmiddag soos ‘n klip slaap, just to go skipping again tomorrow night.
It was a good week. It was still worth it.

I’m just in from a cracking week in the US. An hour or two in Joburg now then home to the three. The week finished with a visit with Tim & Anne in Boston, which was snow-laden and beautiful. Pretty, as they say over there. Beautiful’s a big word. Like wheelbarrow. It was really good [...]

I remember a creperie we used frequent in the summertime …