Thursday, 16 November 2017

La Rosa

We pass the La Rosa, a Mexican Grille and Tequileria, quite often and since Jon asked how to get there as he had a meeting, I was intrigued. If it was good enough for Jon to meet and greet, well it should be good for us too.

Anyways with both Lynda and I coming home late today and carpooling since we were working in the same area, we decided to make it a date night. So we stopped on the way home at La Rosa for a tasty supper.

The restaurant’s décor was beautifully done in the colourful Día de Muertos theme and the burritos that we ordered very scrumptious. I mean even the toilets was worth a visit with the stunning murals all over. La Rosa is defiantly down for another visit.

Wednesday, 15 November 2017

Wagtail Poop

When I arrived at BankservAfrica this week, Wendy was so excited to show us her first tattoo that she got. I said first because once you start, you can’t stop with just 1 tattoo. Her first is the cross with a vine and a wagtail bird. All mean a lot to her, the cross and the Bible reference in John 15:5 about the vine, but what does the wagtail mean?

The wagtail sitting on the cross reminded me of Massimo Battura the famous Italian gastronomy chef, which I told Wendy of how Massimo was dragged to art galleries and museums by his wife, Lara, to help Massimo with creativity. Now the story goes, at this one gallery, he looked up and saw these stuffed pigeons which were positioned in such a way above the art pieces and art was created to look like the bird poop onto the art pieces below. Massimo was so inspired, with the bird pooping onto traditional art pieces as art itself.

You can see that I too am inspired by this bird poop, that it took the wagtail tattoo to remind me. Anyways it was this inspiration that stood Massimo in good stead when he opened the Osteria Francescana in Modena. He struggled at first as the locals trashed his ideas of turning traditional Italian food on its head. He was even thinking of throwing the towel in but Lara kept him at it. BUT then after a top food critic’s car broke down and was forced to overnight in Modena. This critic ate at Osteria Francescana and wrote about this extraordinary place, the news spread like wildfire of Massimo, and the rest is history as the Osteria Francescana is now ranked the 2nd best restaurant in the world.

So here was this small insignificant wagtail, sitting on the cross, that means so much to Wendy, that it became part of her first tattoo.

Tuesday, 14 November 2017

Washing of Feet

Last week, I uploaded a photo of Duff's feet half in his shoes during Connect Group meeting, and as my punishment, I offered to wash his feet. Well I am not sure he expected me to carry out my offer until he saw me walk in this evening with my bowl, soap, and towels.

I am all for the servant heart, as it pleases me to serve others and I believe that as a Christian we are called to have a servant heart as opposite to what the world dictates, which is all about me me me. Not an easy thing to accomplish, noooo not the washing of Duff's feet, that was the easy part, but to strive to serve others even in times when we feel down on the inside. Well it is nice to know that his feet now smells of wild rooibos, not that I have a foot fetish, just to clear up that matter.

It is that St Francis of Assisi song that I used to sing when I was a young boy growing up in that convent in Vryheid that makes me yearn for the servant heart, oh yes for the record I did spent some time in a convent called Nardini Convent, "...grant that I may not so much seek to be console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love. For it is in giving the we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life".

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.

Monday, 13 November 2017

While 3 Watch

The Pool Buoys came round today to fix the swimming pool’s solar heaters. The day after they installed the new solar heaters, Matthew from Pool Buoys phoned, after debriefing the installation team, he realised that they had installed the solar heaters incorrectly which would cause it not to run to its optimal performance. So proactively he phoned to book another date so that he himself can come out and rectify.

And that day was today, I am not sure if the 3 assistants are trainees; as they mostly watched, pass the tools, and helped carry, while Matthew did the rectifying.

I am now looking forward to a lovely warm pool, okay I know we are heading into summer, I am just not a cold water person even with all this blubber.

Sunday, 12 November 2017

Wind in my Beard

After another comfortable sleep at the Protea Hotel in Clarens, we had a late start to the day, but we are on holiday so it is worth it. After brunch we headed to the Golden Gate Highlands National Park for a round trip back home.

It was stunning driving the rolling hills through the majestic sandstone cliffs of the Free State. Yes not all of the Free State is flat; some of it is very beautiful. It was so peaceful to be away from the madding crowds of the city and be so high up, close to God with the wind in my beard.

As I stood there with on this high mountain hill with this Watsonia Confusia iris at my feet and a breezy wind blowing, I thought of Elijah, who had just ran away from King Ahab and Queen Jezebel in fear for his life, how he too stood on top of the mountain seeking the Lord God. A mighty wind tore down the mountainside, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind came an earthquake, then a fire, but the Lord was not found in either of them too. After all these mighty things, Elijah heard the Lord in a gentle whisper.

So as I stand on this high place, not knowing what is before me, but knowing that God is all around me. I push in towards God, and hear His gentle voice, “I Love you, I will not let you fall”.

Saturday, 11 November 2017

Protea Hotel Clarens

Waking up in Clarens to the noisy construction of a new service station right next door to the Protea Hotel where we were staying after an upset tummy all evening, was not nice, not nice at all.

We arrived in Clarens late yesterday afternoon, and checked into the 4 star Protea Hotel by Marriot Clarens. After freshening up we took a lovely stroll around the square. The shops were closing but the restaurants and pubs were preparing for the weekend rush. We decided to have supper at the hotel as it looked agreeable after a long drive down.

Lynda ordered a beef lasagne and I, a chicken florentine served on a bed of cauliflower mash, oh how very Banting of me. Anyways how were we to know that this was to be the downfall of the day. The service was polished as to be expected of a 4 star establishment.

The food itself well, what can I say about the very overdone lasagne that was so dry that Lynda could not even get some of it down without copious amounts of grapetiser. The chicken looked good and tasted very good but once I got to the middle it felt like my knife was cutting through raw chicken. I stopped eating and had to fish for my cellphone to use the torch app to have an inspection of the chicken in the dimmed lights of the dining room.

It looked okay, but I was very unsure as I continued to cut into it. During the night my tummy had lots of things to say about the chicken. Luckily by the morning I was fine. Anyways we are not eating at the Protea Hotel again that is for sure. Now the unpleasantness cannot be said about the friendliness of the front of house staff nor the comfortable bed in the room except for me taking numinous trips to the toilet, we were well rested to enjoy this day in Clarens and surrounding areas.

Friday, 10 November 2017


Lynda has been wanting a holiday for such a long that we finally managed to get a mini break away down to Clarens. It is not easy, co-ordinating each other’s diaries, arranging house, dog, and cat sitters.

On the way down to Clarens we decided to take the slow long route visiting all the small Vrystaat dorpies along the way. This drive reminded me of another lifetime, when a group of friends rode down on this same route on our Vespas on route to conquer the Sani Pass way back in 2011. Ahhhh the Posers Scooter Club.

Lynda and I stopped at Heilbrom, a small town in the middle of nowhere, and had lunch at the same restaurant as the Posers did, OJs. I couldn’t get the same table as a group of 3 Harley Davidson biker couples had it so we sat at the table next to it.

At first I was quite pleased with the Hogs conversation as it was all Christian, but during their meal, their conversation went south, quite literary, with the colourful topics starting at swingers, then moving swiftly along to lesbians, before on to sex dolls, but when topic reached floppy dildos, I ordered my bill and bid a hasty retreated.

Thursday, 9 November 2017


I didn’t get much sleep last night as there was a pair of Staffordshire Bull Terriers or Staffies running outside our yard in the veldt much to the excitement of all the dogs. We asked on the chat forums if anyone are missing any staffies but not a peep. My neighbour Pieter let them into his yard for safekeeping till the morning and that is when our sleepless night started for us and our neighbour. The strange staffies caused all the dogs in the neighbourhood in a barking mood right into the wee hours of this morning.

Good news is that we found the owners first thing in the morning bad news that was not the end of my troubles today.

So here I was trying to keep my open when I got a phone call from Lynda. Ella, her son Dale’s house mate’s Boerboel puppy was very sick with vomiting and loss of appetite. Since their car was still off the road due to being repaired from an accident they had no way to take Ella to the vet. A boerboel is a South African Mastiff a large dog but Ella is still a 6 month old puppy.

I picked up Dael and Ella and took them to the vet. Bad news is that Ella has been diagnosed with a deadly virus called Parvo. She has been hospitalised and treatment will take up to 5 days with 1 out 4 dogs not surviving the treatment.

Since the virus is highly contagious especially to puppies, I had to decontaminate my pickup and as soon as I got home I took a nice long shower. Our dogs are older and although this virus comes from cats it doesn’t affect them but I was taking no chances.

Wednesday, 8 November 2017

True Blue

It has being just about a month since the big storm that struck the west rand and I can say finally my swimming pool is ready to be swum in. About time as today has been a scorcher of a day with temperatures in the mid 30s. Okay the Solar pool heaters are not running efficiently due to an installation issue which is be rectified next week, it is great to see my pool blue again. Hey true blue, fair dinkum, you’re back.

Tuesday, 7 November 2017

The Bald and the Beautiful

Okay bald you would know by now, but beautiful? Well yes beautiful.

Lynda and I have been welcomed into a beautiful family, no strings attached, the Connect Family headed by Lance and Kerry-Anne. Kerry as her friends' call her is shown above and Lance better known as Duff has his half in half out foot shown below. Okay before you ask about my foot and latex fetish, the foot photo was taken by Kyle who hosts the family get togethers with his wife Nicolene. If you are wondering why Duff's foot is being featured, well mainly because he is defiantly not like me with my foot always in my mouth; his feet are firmly planted on the ground; and because I can.

The Centre Church is the hub of a number of Connect groups and since we have started meeting on a Sunday morning, we have noticed a friendly rivalry of which is the best Connect group. Now I haven't been to any of the others but I must say that this Connect group may not be the best but it is sure the most beautiful family filled with beautiful peoples.

Now you might ask what about the not so beautiful, so let me clarify. Beauty is not an external superficial visual thing as the world sees it but rather an inside thing. As you can see by Duff's feet, we are ordinary people, not perfect but touched by God and changed to be beautiful in God's eyes.

Therefore I know I am bald and I am beautiful, not perfect but loved by God.

Monday, 6 November 2017

Getting her Shots

Okay it was not easy coming up with a name for this scruff muffin, well she is a beautiful calico and scruffy just didn’t do any justice. One of our limiting factors was that it should be a name is easy for the vets to spell as we didn’t want to have to spell Gallifrey or even worse Galadriel.

Yesterday was our deadline as today the little mite had to go the vets for her first shots. Having rescues we are big on being up to date with vaccinations and sterilisations. So the name we finally settled on was Rose and then it became Rosy to match Maxy, Minky and Paddy.

Now with that out of the way, this morning on our way to see Dr Andrea at Silverfields Veterinary Clinic it was meow meow all the way but once there Rosy was all alert with the unfamiliar surroundings. Rosy was good taking her vaccinations and deworming tablets but when it came to trimming those sharp little craws of hers, that is when she became a banshee.

Sunday, 5 November 2017

Meeting the Outlaws

Eish, time to meet Bradley’s outlaws, in other words, his girlfriend’s parents. This was sprung on me only this morning, “oh Adi’s parents are coming over for a braai, what time can I give them?” A braai did you say, well meeting the parents, wel nou gaan ons braai! Any excuse for a braai will work for me.

Adrienne arrived with her mom Debbie and dad Tinus while I was still busy getting the braai ready for their lekker kuiertjie on our deck overlooking the kloof. It was still very hot but it soon cooled off as the sun started set. For the record I did offer the usual skinny dipping but no one took up my offer as First Contact Protocol was in play. I think the meeting of the parents went quite well with no-one bringing up the elephant in the room oh course. One step at a time Jerome, now that first contact has being made.

Saturday, 4 November 2017

Same Same

Happy birthday Matthew, I know it is in the middle of your exams but it was lovely to just spend some time with you over our favourite meal, sushi.

Here we are father and son on Matthew’s 19th birthday wearing the same shirts, uhmmm, I think that was my fault by buying 2 shirts, 1 for him and 1 for me same same.

Matthew has started his finals and is feeling the pressure and stress as his health is taking a knock, so please keep him in your prayers.

Friday, 3 November 2017

Home Alone

Ahhhh I now find myself home alone, since Lynda is away at a Ladies Night function at Centre Church. When the cats away, the mice begin to play, so what can I do?

First a simple meal of chicken burgers, then binge what some Netflix. Lynda returned well after bedtime, and I am half asleep on the couch. They did some nice artsy stuff, such as this picture that she made; through it all it is well. From all her babbling when she returned, she must have really enjoyed the Ladies Night, nice. She is safely home so now I can go to bed. Good night!

Thursday, 2 November 2017

I said No

For the record I said “No”, when Bradley mentioned that a 5 week old kitten called Squirrel needs a new home since its current owner’s dogs are actively hunting the poor little creature. Well when it comes to cats, the cat lady in my life has the final say even if I am actively trying to whittle the number of rescue cats down in favour of more Italian Greyhounds.

So yesterday, this little adorable scruff muffin arrives much to my and the rest of the resident cat’s annoyance. I mean hissy fits and arched backs are in endless supply when any other cats come to greet the fiesty new kitten.

So now we are looking for a new name for this beautiful dilute calico girl, any suggestions? My choices so far are Arwen, Galadriel, Gallifrey, Hoshi, Sarasa, or even Tobi mi-ke.

Wednesday, 1 November 2017

Night of the Dead

Okay now this is a sore point for me. I think I am a moderate person, and I tolerate different peoples, cultures, and beliefs but last night, well it was too much. Lets call it the Night of the Dead, as I am dead tired writing this but it needs to be told. Let me start from the beginning. A neighbour who is a South African Police member approached me about 6pm with whom I believe was a family member and 2 other men.

The neighbour wanted access into the kloof or gorge through the gate at the end of our road for the 3 men who wanted to collect holy water. The gate is locked due to security reasons, so I directed them to a public entrance a few kilometres away but they weren’t happy using that entrance due to it being unsafe for their car which was a black VW Polo. Understandable as Polos are targeted by criminals but they wanted to park on my property. It was getting dark and because it was my neighbour asking I gave the go ahead, it was only for a few hours while they hike down into the kloof and back. I expected them back by latest 8pm. Yes I was concerned and I voiced my concern that walking at night in the veldt with its dangerous cliffs was not the wisest thing to do. But they were adamant.

I had Connect Group meeting yesterday evening, so I asked my tenant if she could open the gate when they returned. But when I got back from Connect at about 10 o’ clock and the 3 men were not back from fetching holy water, I started to get worried, so I phoned my neighbour who was on duty. At first he thought I was joking, but I was serious, he rushed over from work. Once here, he tried to phone his family member but no answer; he then called the wife to get the cell numbers of the other 2 men. When the wife heard that the men had not returned, she started crying over the phone. Cellphone reception is virtually non-existent deep in the kloof. So with the police lights flashing at the end of my road, my neighbour and I went into the veldt and hiked to the edge of the kloof overlooking the closest holy water sources to my home. We shined our touches down into the gaping chasm, my neighbour called out to them, but no answer. It seemed dead below us.

It was way too dangerous to go down further into the kloof in the dark, so our only bet was to wait till first light and if they still had not returned, then our option was to bring out the dogs and form a search party. I remember saying to my neighbour, that either they lied to us and planned to sleep over night in the kloof or they got hurt somehow.

My neighbour then drove over to the public entrance and found some Zionist Christian Church (ZCC) religious pilgrims hanging about there, at this time of night? After questioning them, it was discovered that a ZCC ceremony is being held in deep the kloof near the holy waters and is planned to end at midnight. I was very upset when I heard this because this meant they lied to us big time.

I showered and called it a night. While trying to find sleep, I remembered that tonight is the eve of All Saints, or Halloween as it is called in the Western world. Oh dear, this is now serious. A secret religious ceremony is being held in the kloof on the Night of the Dead.

Now I know that the ZCC mixes the Christian beliefs with African traditions such as ancestor worship. The ZCC stem from the Apostolic Faith Mission and I never thought that the Catholicism beliefs of honouring the dead saints especially today, All Saints Day, would be celebrated by them in the form of ancestor worship in the dead of the night, excuse my pun.

The 3 men finally emerged from the kloof about 02:30am in the morning. Talk about the dead rising from the hole in the ground, I was not a happy chappy but remained cool and collective, well as best I could in the wee hours of the morning.

Tuesday, 31 October 2017

Mini Couches

Way back in June this year I met a lady who was selling miniature couch door stoppers. Some lady from Vereeniging was making them. I expressed interest in some samples for Custom Couches and finally on Monday they arrived. These door stoppers are basically a brick for the weight and are covered in decorative fabrics to resemble mini couches. Cute aren’t they?

Just in time too as the furniture factory of Custom Couches which was bursting at the seams moved to a new premises. The showroom will be expanded into what was the old factory. The new mini couches will be perfect in the new showroom.

Monday, 30 October 2017

Pool Buoys

A few weeks back, the hailstorm damaged our pool solar heaters on the roof and they started leaking. All this time we could not use our poor pump as the shut-off valve was not working as it should. Finally after all these weeks, our house insurance sent in the Pool Buoys to replace the damaged panels.

The installers, Boy and Mpho from the Pool Buoys arrived this morning with the new panels. The new panels are different than the old damaged ones as I was told by the assessor they don’t have that system in the country anymore and would have to order in. When the new panels were off-loaded and the old ones removed it was obvious that the new panels are bigger than the older ones, by a metre so they had to re-arrange the layout. Yay soon I will get my sparkling clean swimming pool back just in time for summer.

Sunday, 29 October 2017

I Believe

This is it, I am nailing my colours to the mast and I will the Hillsong song "This I Believe" which we sang at Centre Church this morning. This is my creed.

Our Father everlasting
The all creating One
God Almighty

Through Your Holy Spirit
Conceiving Christ the Son
Jesus our Saviour

Our Judge and our Defender
Suffered and crucified
Forgiveness is in You

Descended into darkness
You rose in glorious life
Forever seated high

I believe in You
I believe You rose again
I believe that Jesus Christ is Lord

I believe in life eternal
I believe in the virgin birth
I believe in the saints' communion
And in Your holy Church

I believe in God our Father
I believe in Christ the Son
I believe in the Holy Spirit
Our God is three in one

I believe in the resurrection
That we will rise again
For I believe in the name of Jesus

Saturday, 28 October 2017

Snake Lily

In our old place along the banks of the Jukskei River in Lanseria, the glorious Paintbrush lily used to come up everywhere through our lawn about this time. The toxic Scadoxus puniceus as they are known in botany speak, are very beautiful, and since we moved up into the hills I am very surprised to find this pair high up on the cliff face overlooking the entrance of the kloof. Looking the lily up on the internet, I found that they normally grow in cool, shady habitats such as ravines and forests.

It is an overcast cold day which confused me as it is well into summer, but the cooler weather helped in the trek into the kloof to fetch holy water. Not me, my maid, Lezzie, wanted to go down and collect the holy water but was afraid of the Mamlambo, the goddess of the rivers who dwells down in the plunge pool of the small waterfall below us. For me it was an excuse to check up on the sewerage pipes. What I didn’t expect to find was the Paintbrush lily. The Mamlambo African deity is a snake mermaid like creature which can take many forms. Interesting the Paintbrush lily is also called the Snake lily.

I waited on a rock, while Lizzie, crept into the hole which was one of the sources of the stream to collect holy water. I must have being a sight, as many pilgrims were very afraid of me, as it is known that the Mamlambo takes many forms, and a white man sitting on a rock outside the source of holy water, beckoning them to come closer didn’t help at all. One lady started singing a hymn on top of her voice as she looked away while she quickly walked past. All the time Lizzie still in the hole, hearing this, started laughing.

I tried to introduce myself as the Prophet Jerome but that didn’t help one iota.

Friday, 27 October 2017

A Lady named Gregg

This morning I had a Proteadal Conservation Association meeting with a socialite called Gregg, a lady who is good at organising large fund raising events. Yes you read correctly, her first name is Gregg and she even showed me her ID when she saw the question in my eyes. Believe me when I tell you she reminded me of the Johnny Cash’s song "A Boy Named Sue" and remembering the song I did not even smile.

For the record, I got on well with her bubbly character, and think with a name like Gregg, she is going places.

Representing the PCA was June, Belinda, and myself at the Cafe Muse just outside the Featherbrooke Estate. I must say it was a good meeting with Gregg, and a Golf Day is planned for February next year to Save the Ridge from developers. The Ridge is the ridge system stretching from Constantia Kloof all the way to Kings Kloof. It is home to a myriad of animals including the nesting Black Eagles at Walter Sisulu National Botanical Gardens. There are also a number of Red Listed plants only found here such as the Albertina Sisulu Orchids with little over 100 left in the world, and right in the path of developers who want to build high density flats. So you can now understand the urgency of trying to save the ridge.

So watch this space for an awesome Golf Day and a lady called Gregg who is moving the earth to #SaveOurRidge

Thursday, 26 October 2017

Balmy Evening

This evening after a hot African summer’s day, I set up dinner on the deck. A cool breeze softly blew down the valley. I prepared mac and cheese for supper which is an easy meal to rustle up as I had a visitor coming round later in the evening, an old work colleague from Metrorail days.

The setting sun through the building up of clouds is heralding a front coming in. Usually this is preceded by strong winds but this evening the breeze was lovely, gentle, and most welcome.

Wednesday, 25 October 2017

Cape White-Eye

Oh dear living here in this beautiful home of ours which is situated on the edge of a Protea forest overlooking the deepest gorge in Gauteng, is inadvertently turning me into twitcher. Not that I track down rare birds but the birds, moths, and butterflies come to me and the garden.

This morning a Cape White-Eye came to enjoy the apple that I put out. Wow it is noisy in the garden today with the sounds of all sorts of birds. No such thing as silence of nature, as it roars with life, you just need to open your ears and listen to creation.

Tuesday, 24 October 2017

Sweet Jasmine

The scent of the jasmine's purple and white flowers are so beautiful to my nose, that it is one of my favourite plants in my garden. It is a pity that it is downwind from my office as I can’t get the benefit of its fragrance unless I stand right next to it.

Captain's Log: Tuesday the 24 October 2017, the day Lynda and I join a connect group. I don't remember all the names, as I am not good at remembering names but they, the Connect Group will grow on me, and soon the names will be second nature and we are one family. Oh dear, we are the oldest ones in this new small group, what happened to my old group where I was the youngest.

I really enjoyed my old BBC Home Circle group that was held at Andy and Sandy's home in Bryanston but that is now a long way away as we have moved on to a different family, the Centre Church. And even though we have moved on, it still feels like we were always part of the same family. For it is written, that we are the sweet fragrance of the Messiah to God.

Monday, 23 October 2017

Cool Tebogo

The time has finally come to switch on fibre as we step from the 3rd world into 1st world communications. Yes the final piece in the fibre journey was fetching the router from Tebogo from Cool Ideas. Oh I could wait for another day or two for a courier to deliver a router but it was quicker just fetching it myself.

Tebogo did the final configurations, the laptop, phones, and TV was a easy setup but my desktop PC with its ancient Windows still coursing through its veins was a little tricky but Tebogo finally got down to the problem and viola we into the next generation.

Speed Test
Ping: 3ms
Download: 99.21Mbps
Upload: 95.54Mbps

Sunday, 22 October 2017

Odd One Out

Oh that is an awesome title, the Odd One out, 3 Os. Lynda and I have been seeking a spiritual home for some time now, somewhere where Lynda’s daughter and granddaughter can feel at home too. We were told about this imperfect church in Northriding by an old friend from the BBC Men’s Group days and decided to give it a try since we are imperfect too.

We have been going to Centre Church for about a month now and it is growing on us, can I say that? On the one side of the hall where we meet in Banbury Crossing, has this missing light ever since we have being coming here. Yes, just one globe missing, the odd one out, it is a perfect example of an imperfect me. By the way area where Banbury Crossing centre is has always been known as a drug den, it even has been exposed on Carte Blanche.

Anyways, like a light on a hill, God has drawn us here, for what reason I don’t know as I don’t even sport a tattoo as I think is a requirement. No that must be wrong; the requirement is that we know that none of us is perfect in this broken world. The Spirit convicted us that we are most loved, even the Father knows my name. So as we draw near to the Light, His son, Jesus, holds our hand as He stands beside us before the perfect Father God.

Saturday, 21 October 2017

Krispy Lynda

Well the krispy weekend is well on its way with fibre installed into our home yesterday, Lynda and I have been preparing for this conversion away from Telkom and Multichoice for some time. Our plans are slowly becoming a reality. This move although an expensive one initially will halve our internet and entertainment costs. For so long we’ve been at the mercy of expensive data and satellite TV costs, with fibre this will all change therefore the celebration of some Krispy Kreme doughnuts.

Friday, 20 October 2017

Stalking Cats

Yay it is Friday and as usual I am in my garden at the end of the day at the end of a long week, enjoying the birth of new things all around me as green is replacing the old dried up brown of winter.

Storms have wrecked havoc everywhere. I am still waiting for my insurance to get back to me about my swimming pool’s solar heaters. In the meanwhile the pool water is becoming green too. Other than my pool and the deck which needs a sanding down and re-treating, the garden is looking good.

And the two cats Minky and Paddington both enjoy it when daddy is out in the garden. I just love this photo that is focused on Minky who is stalking Paddy. They take turns, chasing each other in mock attacks. Ahhh it is lovely out here in the garden. The birds are singing in happiness while the cats are distracted by each other.

Thursday, 19 October 2017

Marcel Duval

Marcel was one of Matthew’s closest friends and sadly 2 years ago on the 2 October 2015 he was tragically killed. The loss of this young man was devastating to his family and to his close group of friends. So why am I writing about Marcel Duval, well this would have been his final year of High School and the end of the year Honours Function at Ashton International College which is tonight is dedicated to this young man who was taken away at such a young age.

Gone and never forgotten is the theme for tonight as the young children receive their honours, trophies, and certificates for the year 2017. The Marcel Duval Memorial Trophy Best Chess Player is dedicated to the memory of Marcel who along with Matthew loved the game of chess.

Matthew honoured his close friend by this year becoming the school’s Best Chess Player of the Year 2017. Along with winning the trophy received his full colours for Chess as well as for Drama.

Well done Matthew, and Marcel you are not forgotten.

Wednesday, 18 October 2017

Dominie se Visit

Jon, the pastor at Centre Church, came a house calling this morning at 8am. Now I don’t have a Dominie se Kamer, an Afrikaans traditional 2nd sitting room in the house that is set up for visitors especially the dominie or in English the pastor. A large family bible is normally on display open as if being read and the special room is never used other than for visitors. Now we don’t have one of these special sitting rooms as we live life warts and all.

I did say to Jon, "anytime", and when he said 8am, I answered "how about I do a breakfast?" Awesomeness! Okay I usually cook an awesome breakfast in bed on the weekends, but "in bed" won’t do for the dominie, now will it. So I set up a table on the deck which turned out neat, well in my books it is especially for breaking bread with the dominie.

Once Jon arrived, I made him a lekker cup of Nespresso coffee with frothy milk, then proceeded to rustle up some breakfast while we chatted, before moving onto the deck. It was like all the birds in the area seem to know that Jon is an avid birdie and came to visit. Okay not all but quite a few.

Two hours later, as Jon drove off to his next dominie’s visit, I suddenly realised that I enjoyed the visit so much that I forgot to take a photo of Jon for my daily blog. Eish I am getting slack in my old age. Oh well 2nd prize, a photo of the simple table setting with the view.

Tuesday, 17 October 2017

Illegal Dumping

Coming home today, I notice this white double cab pickup reversing up to one of our green belts in our neighbourhood of Roodekrans in Elkie Road. It looked suspicious with it being loaded with garden refuse and other rubble in the bin.

I did a u-turn and from a distance watched the driver get out, open the bin and proceed to dump. I then quickly phoned the Roodekrans Neighbourhood Watch chairperson, Andreas, and asked him about the legality of what I was witnessing.

Yes, it is illegal and Andreas asked me to get a photo of the driver and the vehicle’s licence plate.

So I drove up right next to the illegal dumping and proceeded to take photos. The driver then stopped what he was doing and came over armed with his broom, to try stop me taking photos. I told him it was illegal what he was doing; he apologised, said he was from Soweto and he didn’t know it was illegal to dump on the side of the road. While he confronted me, the photos of the driver and the vehicle’s licence plate were being sent off to the Roodekrans Neighbourhood Watch. He then walked back to his pick up, closed the bin and drove off.

By this time a Roodekrans Neighbourhood Watch car arrived and escorted him out of our neighbourhood carrying most of his load.

Popular Posts