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Trashy Fae
On Saturday 25th November you’ll find us, and these flower folk, at the Boeremark in Silverton, Pretoria. And every Saturday thereafter, hopefully. If you’re in the area and feel like an excellent cup of very early morning coffee, come and browse. We were there last weekend to choose a stall and there were all sorts…
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A Teddy’s Tale
We were coming back from the Grove, going into our driveway a couple of days before New Year, when Em and Fry noticed a teddy bear lying outside the neighbour’s house. These are the neighbours opposite us. They have three children that used to be excessively noisy. Now, all kids are noisy, but these kids…
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I don’t think so!
I’d just climbed out of the shower yesterday morning and was standing in the bedroom, clutching my fringe and the scissors, about to trim my hair. (Em found a lovely clip on TikTok that shows you exactly how to do it, and I’m probably never going to the hairdresser again). I heard the dogs barking…
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Mother Goose and thorny fingers
A couple of weeks ago, I was coming home early in the morning from dropping Miss L off at school. Think I was feeling a tad melancholic, reflecting on life and wondering what was going to happen next. Things are certainly rather different from what I’d imagined doing at sixty. Sometimes my vision is murky,…
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Fun and Games
After several million, okay, that’s a bit dramatic, but after quite a lot of toing and froing, trying to find an occupational therapist (OT) for Rollo, we finally landed on a lady who had space for us on a Tuesday morning. Rollo hit it off with Stefanie, from Simply Senseable, immediately. But let’s not get…
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Wolfie Fangs
Yesterday Rollo had his appointment with a Maxillo-facial surgeon. Yup – I had to look up that word too – but all it means is “medical treatment relating to the mouth, jaw, face and neck,” which you might have gathered from the “facial” bit. Last time we visited Rollo’s neurosurgeon, he checked out his ankles—important…
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Oupa Tjoppies
Emma is not usually a great fan of meat, but when she was preggy, her hunger overcame her pickiness, and she consumed large quantities of whatever was plonked on her plate. But the one thing that she refused to eat was lamb chops. In fact, lamb of any kind is on the won’t eat list.…
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Rollo, the TV Trollo
When he was little, Rollo would lie in his cozy spot in my office, looking at pictures, and listening to kid’s songs on my cellphone. Sometimes we’d sit on the swinging bench in the front yard—he was so little he could fit snugly on my legs and would lie there looking at the trees and…
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When all is not said, nor done!
After we visited the neurologist in May, we had some homework. Firstly, we were told to get Rollo’s hearing checked. Yet, when I called the audiologist—the number was provided by the doctor—I was told by the receptionist that if he can’t sit still, it isn’t possible to test his hearing. We’d have to try when…
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Overworked Beast
Nope, we’re not talking about me – we’re talking about the washing machine. Just before we left Somerset West, back in 2007, we replaced the fridge, the stove and the washing machine. The stove has long since gone by the wayside. We’d schlepped it up to Springs, not knowing that houses in Gauteng generally came…