It’s tricky.

  • Imagine I’m your mother. 🙈 Bloody hell. It must be difficult but I’m loved.

  • I currently have two children in Germany, not in the same town.
  • One in the UK and God best save them and the Queen.
  • I try so bloody hard to be respectful of privacy. I fail often but I honestly try.
  • I have another child who works long hours, for good people. Determination, no-fail attitude in that one is strong!
  • One child visited over the weekend. A physical child to hug is a treasure at this point.
  • Three children, I don’t have news on.
  • Okay – that counts 8 young souls. Not even including the partners!
  • The husband works hard and that is a good thing because this is Africa people, let us give thanks.
  • To be honest, these above souls hold my happy and sad in the palm of their hands.
  • #LeSigh
  • As for me… I’ve had the sad on and off, but only for moments. Total win. Beats planning suicide. This is not a joke people. Bipolar is a Mistress that is never satisfied.

Okay, so that was tricky.


Uit my Mammie se dagboek. #1

Nou ja, na vele navrae, 🙂 die nuutste om die plotrotte. Staan ek mos op met n kop vol grys hare aan my en onmiddellik gryp ek na Spicey Brown. (Vervaardiger onbekend). Verander my kroon toe na n lieflike PIENK op die wortels… Sweetheart was, vir eens, sprakeloos.

Tay (goed opgevoede kind wat sy is) seg net ‘… en wat nou oumie?’

Het ek met Pappie loop beraadslaag daar waar hulle tydelik skuins lê teen n boks gemerk (allerlei).

Mmm.. sê my alles. Nee wat Vonnie! Steady steady steady! Jy beter regkom voor jou Ma jou sien!’

Maak ek toe maar weer die seil toe. Ek mis julle sê ek. Ek MIS julle…

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As ek huis toe verlang… deel ek so bietjie van my Mammie, Yvonne sê woorde oor die jare. Van diep lag tot hardop huil, julle gaan haar geniet.

Have a day. #YNWA

My eldest son Kev and dearest girlfriend, Max left SA to live in the UK just over 6 weeks ago.

Kev is a physically solid guy, with big shoulders. I miss his hugs, although they never last long. I miss our chats and Kev telling me to just “have a day” when I feel the world is heavy.

Since Kev was very little Liverpool Football Club was life. “It is not a game Mom, it is a religion” he said round his 13th birthday. Kev has a tattooed sleeve that any true #LFC supporter would envy.

He visited Anfield recently and wrote it was the best day of his life. His love, commitment and loyalty to the beautiful game and the team, has encouraged strength within me, trusting all will be well.

It is unbelievable the places where one reaches when you need a branch to hold onto.

I watch because somewhere in the world my son is watching. He’ll never walk alone because wherever we are, “This is Anfield”.

I love you. ♥️


My #SpekboomChallenge #heart4glass journey.

Dear friends and other interesting creatures,

My #SpekboomChallenge started with a gift from The Glass Recycling Company.  Thank you so much.

I have an entire cupboard filled with glass bottles with a dozen ideas as to what to do with them. There is a Pinterest board living in my head that seldom actually see the light of day. I am sure some of you can identify. I’m the Mom who bakes cookies from scratch every five years or so kinda Pinterest user.

Deciding I shall save the planet at once, I became quite obsessed with finding an abundance of Spekboom to plant. Organisations are selling them and some are very tempting but being a broke Wench… I went onto Facebook and searched my surrounding suburbs for posts about Spekboom. I came across a post from a very nice lady who offered cuttings to anyone, directly from her pavement.

Well, in two shakes of a lamb’s tail one Sunday morning, I was in the shower, dressed and in my car. Armed with scissors, a recycling green-friendly bag and GPS directions.

Imagine this, I parked (which always looks like I abandoned my car) next to the road, and while the plant I was cutting from was on the pavement and technically public domain, I felt Oh So Gangsta!

I quickly realised that the road I was parked on was actually quite a busy one. The cars were backing up one side, then the other. I went all-in, collecting cuttings from the huge hedge of Spekboom. I pretended I saw none of the traffic jam I was causing. I am blind like that.

After, my Oh So Gangsta excitement, I drove to the only Nursery I know in my area to buy potting soil and pebbles. I felt a little odd asking why there were no purple stones … but what can one do? Apparently saving the planet is more of a green thing.

I know it is unpopular, but I am not the “greenest” person. I do like sea turtles so I’m skipping the straws, so that is a step up you know?  However, I love the idea of cultivating new life (… I point to my many children) so much that I have planted 55 Spekboom cuttings in glass jars so far!!

Let me tell you why…

  1. Spekboom (aka Portulacaria afra) is indigenous to the Eastern Cape, so it is Proudly South African. It clearly is in the #ImStaying WhatsApp group.
  2. Elephants consider the plant a delicacy. Who am I to object? I tried it. It tasted like one of those little green apples, perhaps a bit saltier. I’m so adventurous these days.
  3. Spekboom is a water-wise plant. This drought-resistant plant can survive on just 250-350mm of water a year! Meaning it can live with my neglect!!
  4. Spekboom is easily propagated.  A broken branch tossed onto the ground by a browsing elephant will grow roots and create a whole new plant.
  5. Simply cut or break off a piece of a spekboom, let it dry out for one or two days and then stick it in the ground. Water whenever the soil has dried out completely.
  6. Spekboom can live up to 200 years.
  7. Portulacaria afra is non-toxic and safe to grow around cats and dogs.
  8. It is an easy to grow succulent that is heat, drought and fire-resistant, and can be grown in full sun or semi-shade.

Your next small issue is to make sure you are actually planting Spekboom and not the Jade (also known as the money plant). Not that the Jade plant is not an excellent succulent, it just doesn’t absorb carbon from the air to make plant tissue, like the Spekboom. Boom!

I have started gifting some of my joy to my friends, my dentist, my hair and nail salon. I hope you all think of me when you look at something I planted. (Look Ma, I made a thing!)

I wish you enough,


How to renew your Drivers Licence card. (UPDATED)

Dear friends and other interesting creatures,

Some helpful hits on renewing your Drivers Licence card.

Step 1: Go online with optimistic enthusiasm:

Step 2: Click on DL Card Renewal.

Step 3: Complete your details and confirm you are not a robot.

Step 4: Eventually you get to a screen with a drop down list once you selected your Province. It will show you the slots available to book, and where.

Surprise! There may be no slots available.

Step 5: Log on daily and go through this process until you finally find an available slot. Remain optimistic.

Step 6: Take a photocopy of your ID and previous lisence on the same page with to your appointment. Also a black pen. Some lisence departments only take cash. Same take cards. To be safe, I would take both.

You will need photos if you are also applying for a temporary lisence.

Step 7: Arrive for your appointment an hour before. Fill in the green form and get in line. The time you booked will be called and move to a new spot.

Step 8: Next is an eye test. There has been an upgrade since I’ve last been. The eye test administrator also does your finger prints and takes a picture.

Step 9: Move over to the Cashier line and pay R228.

Step 10: Apparently it takes six weeks to when it can be collected. I’ll let you know! 🙂

I wish us all patience,


Cat Chat

Absolutely mindless chatter. 😊

  • Lady Cayte. I have a cat who turns 9 years old this year.
  • The first few nights we had her as a kitten, I thought I should have named her “Hannibal”. Wild thing, she may kill us in our sleep, kinda cat.
  • Now, she is the epidemy of “teenage dirtbag baby” in attitude. She is exceptionally low maintenance.
  • If I forget to buy cat food, I remind her that she is a Lion and must seriously hunt for food.
  • She took this as a “hold my catnip”. Ugh. So I buy food on time now. In bulk.
  • @SirNoid has a cat of similar age. Countessa Gina. She is slutty and will climb all over anyone who gives her attention. She is high maintenance and scratches on doors to be let in or out. She will beg for things.
  • Cayte is above such, like me.

Restaurant Review : Parsley’s

I’ve visited Parsley’s at Thrupps Illovo before and decided to get Victoria’s thoughts during #dateswithmydaughter today.

We had French Toast with Bacon and Camembert. The prices are very reasonable, the restaurant is full, service is a bit scarce… but our only real issue was that the Camembert was more of a side chick than in a committed relationship with the breakfast.

Loved the freshly squeezed Orange Juice, Coffee is good and Vix loved the Milo. ☕

Don’t visit if you are in a hurry but otherwise plenty of food options. All the servers appear to be named after flowers so if you can’t remember who served you, just ask for Petunia! 😂

Book Review: The Mother’s Mistake by Ruth Heald


From the beginning, it is clear Claire was running from something.

I think Claire only ever wanted an idyllic life in the country with her husband Matt and baby daughter, Olivia. What she did get is a flawed husband, a cottage in the country filled with her husband’s deceased grandmother’s belongings while suffering an undiagnosed bout of postnatal depression. Oh, I almost forgot the forever intrusive mother-in-law.

Odd things start happening at home where Claire spend plenty of time on her own with a screaming baby Oliva (who feeds and screams more than any baby I have ever met) while her husband works at setting up his veterinary practice.

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A daughter is just a little girl who grows up to be your best friend.

#dateswithmydaughter Victoria was a wonderful time together this week. We went to Mugg & Bean in Cresta Shopping Centre– each time we congratulate ourselves on living on the edge, choosing such an exciting option – not. 😉

We laughed and spoke too much to take pictures of anything… but Dennis has served us before and seems content in bringing endless ice and the rosemary salt on the side to whatever we order.

It is a great joy to be able to spend hours talking with your 20-year-old mini-me. Not running out of subject matter. My daughter is a fascinating creature and I obviously love her, but I also like her very much.

I think this is something you only learn when your kids are older. You always love them, but you don’t always like them. Or like what they do.

We had to pick up a few things and getting in the car, I realised five hours had passed.

I love your crazy ass chicken. Sorry about making you and the brothers listen to Billy Connolly on the school drive. It helped my anxiety post-divorce at the time, but probably not character building for you. 🙈 I’m a flawed, human Mom… yet you are doing fabulously. I’m very proud of your achievements.