Shopping in Europe, part 1
 Shopping  As much as want to write to you about shopping up Rue De La Haute Montée, which is lined with Printemps, Espirit, N’espresso, Gucci, Louis Vitton, and Hermes, I dare not set foot inside their marble doorstep with my Salomon clad feet. (Or my Beth Monster for that matter.)  No, this … More Shopping in Europe, part 1
Rain
As I shut down last night for bed, I had one last look at Facebook (because I have no life), and picked up the status of a Highvelder that the rains had arrived up on the plateau. A little later, when I put my kindle to bed, and I shut my eyes, Ms K’s status … More Rain
The Mediterranean
Down South, a Motor vehicle, Tears and a South African.
This last week has seen me reduced to tears. Our trip down to Montpellier down in the South o’ France, along the Mediterranean coast turned out to be very uneventful last weekend, and I did not get to tick my ‘to-do’ list at all. We took a train trip, setting off from the Strasbourg gloom, … More Down South, a Motor vehicle, Tears and a South African.
Curveball
Curve-balls. Nothing like that silent scream in your head, while your heart plummets passed your soul to wind you up in the middle of the week. Â Last week I wrote to you that Alex and Beth had not been accepted at the school we had originally planned on, and that we had to change … More Curveball
Getting ready for Christmas time fun
The End of Summer
 The week school started:  At last, summer came to an end, and the weekend before the highways were jam packed with commuters returning home (sound familiar anyone?), the city shops were jam packed with families shopping (again, sound familiar? Something does always remain a universal conundrum). I was not overly concerned about the … More The End of Summer
Mum, Dad, and 38 years
Here’s a statement that you will probably disagree with: My parents are the greatest parents in the world. It’s true. And though YOUR parents could well be the greatest in the world, I still think mine are. Tomorrow- August 30th, they celebrate 38 years of marriage. On one hand, its nothing special. On the other … More Mum, Dad, and 38 years
‘There is a lov…
‘There is a lovely road that runs from Ixtapo into the hills. These hills are grass-covered and rolling, and they are lovely beyond any singing of it. The road climbs seven miles into them, to Carisbrooke; and from there, if there is no mist, you look down on one of the fairest valleys of Africa.’ … More ‘There is a lov…