Category Archives: Life

[*day = week] Where is the moment we needed the most You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost You tell me your blue skies fade to grey You tell me your passion’s gone away And I don’t … Continue reading →

People are strange, well maybe not strange so much but so caught up in the constraints of polite society. Every single nurse, doctor, anesthetist that crossed my path this weekend started the conversation the same way…. “So, how you feeling?” … Continue reading →

If you’ve ever wondered if there’s a permanent cure for the hiccups – wonder no more. It’s simple really – use one of the old fashioned remedies. Let me paint the scene for you…. you’re quietly sitting on the couch … Continue reading →

There are times though when my sense of humour slips slightly – mind you it does take a few cataclysmic events in order to achieve this.  It all started Friday when the office very kindly offered free health screenings to … Continue reading →

Not quite as random a subject heading as one might think. Yup, eight years ago to the day Wouter and I met for the first time, and two years ago to the day – we tied the proverbial knot, grabbed … Continue reading →

I went to vote prepared – cup of hot chocolate in one hand, book in the other and my purse tucked under my arm. Was quite pleasant really – reading, sipping, listening to the conversations around me whilst the queue … Continue reading →

We celebrated Tamsyn’s birthday a day early yesterday (which just so happens to coincide with Wouter’s birthday as well) and had a family braai with very nice steak, chicken, salads etc. Fun time was had by all. However in the … Continue reading →

For years I used to travel by train to Cape Town and back – through marriage and divorce, births and deaths – I sat in the carriage of a train, on some days for way longer than the timetable prescribed. … Continue reading →

Giving the one you love a really kitsch valentines present I defy anyone not to find her the cutest thing out there. {My layout can be found on my scrapbook page} ‘Course Wouter’s gift to me wasn’t in the least … Continue reading →