Not What it Seems

Last night we stopped at the Parklane SuperSpar in Pietermarizburg to buy the number one item for me, milk for coffee, and since it was quite late to cook some food to eat. Kojak loves caramel glazed donuts so he grabbed a pack. Later at home, he took a bite and too his dismay it was not caramel but peanut butter. He ate a whole one with long teeth and Marco even took a bite out of one but had to spit it out. The label on the container states Mini Ring Donuts for R 23.94, nothing about peanut butter. This is very deceiving of you SuperSpar.

Today was a nightmare for Kojak as every hour he had to rush to find a toilet as he had the squirts. From what we can ascertain the only item of food that Kojak ate differently than us was that one donut covered in peanut butter. Funny for us but not cool at all for Kojak.

UPDATE

Lesley from Parklane SuperSpar phoned to apologise for what happened and to ask after Kojak's health. He states that the Peanut butter covered donuts are one of their biggest sellers. Their mistake was that they didn't label it correctly.

Whoa Mama!

Great Scot, so here we are having some fun at the Rand Show in what we expected a quiet week between 2 busy weekends. Johnny Bravo, the one man army and the original chick magnet visited our stand today, and here is Kojak making sure a bit of the Johnny charm would rub off.

A Princess can Dream

Well, here is little Princess Rebekah watching Shekinah and Mohamed take their first dance as man and wife, yes this little princess was keenly watching and surely will one day be dreaming of a prince charming for herself.

It is a different kind of wedding that I've ever been to, and I have been to a number. I suppose I was expecting a Madeiran Lebanese Muslim fusion of a wedding but it turned out to be just a wedding reception as to the actual wedding vows which I believe happened earlier with even the father of the bride not even knowing yet alone giving his daughter away. Is this the Lebanese Muslim way of getting married? Surely not, well I actually don't know. What I do know from already experiencing a Lebanese Christian wedding that is not the case.

Anyways, it was a great wedding reception as receptions go, with local Lebanese dancing much similar to most Mediterranean cultures like the Greek and Israeli except this time with Lebanese music. No keep the tune but just replace the singing and I could be in the Palestine countryside or even Turkey.

Iconic Christmas

Family means a lot to me even though I am not one who enjoys too much family company but on Christmas Day family means the most to me especially big family gatherings. During today’s Christmas lunch at Marco and Robynne’s home, Robynne handed me her phone to take a photo of the family and this is the iconic photo taken.

From left to right are Marco, Shekinah, Kojak, John, Joshua, Bradley, Dael, Lynda, and Robynne all in different poses. Sadly Hilton, Matthew, Rebekah and I were out of the photo. Hopefully next year I will rectify that.

Hey Granddad, why did you leave me out?

So as for my family pictured above and those who are not, we wish you all a meaningful Christmas with much peace, joy and most of all, LOVE in abundance.

No Room

With Shekinah back from Madeira, Marco thought it is best to have a family evening out. The first choice restaurant was fully booked, and the second had no water, so we headed for Montecasino which had plenty of restaurants to choose from but with a party of nine and no pre-booking we were turned away from just about all of them.

Finally a Greek restaurant made some room for us and the celebration began. With the belly dancers distracting the men, baby Rebekah got stuck into the chocolate cake.