Fiú dá siúlfainn i ngleann an dorchadais

I had a strange day today which because of the sensitive nature I can’t indulge much, all I can say is forget the sprinkling of fairy dust we have muti dust. Although I am now tempted to take baby powder to work today which will freak some people out, I will have to leave it up to God. There is a spiritual war out there folks, all around us, and my European culture sometimes is oblivious to understanding of the traditional African belief system which is peppered with Christendom. I pray for discernment as I walk through the valley of darkness knowing that God is holding my hand and his angels all around me, protecting. Have no fear for the war has already been won!

Fiú dá siúlfainn i ngleann an dorchadais, níor bhaol liom an t‑olc agus tú faram le do shlat is do bhachall chun sólás a thabhairt dom.

Okay I am getting distracted, today’s photograph is nothing about the dark day I’ve had but it is a pink distraction of sorts, yes I mean this is only a fraction of the pink stuff found on Ella’s desk. She must be tickled pink as I feared.

Pinky and the Brain

This morning 17 Vespas met for a ride around Johannesburg which ended in breakfast at Fourways. I met and made many new friends who came from Pretoria. They were a great bunch of Vespa riders. Note to self: I must get them to join us on rides and introduce them to Marlene and Charlie who are also from Pretoria.

Elle was also on the ride and she finally completed her Vespa ET4 transformation to a pink chick bike. Elle calls her bike Pinky after the 1990s cartoon Pinky and the Brain.