The Bez Valley Ghost House

The Bez Valley Ghost House

I have written a blog! I have not fallen off the face of the earth, although I have fallen down the rabbit hole. If you have forgotten in the very long time since my last blog here, I have another, for which I dress up like a bit of a fool for Rubbish Day Wednesdays. … Continue reading

Of Witch Hunts and Fairground Rides

Of Witch Hunts and Fairground Rides

Before we start, I have a small confession to make. I have gone all medieval again because I have started playing an online empire building game. I have become, I say with not a little embarrassment, an online gamer. And I am obsessed. It is quite difficult to remember to feed my corporeal body in between feeding the bodies … Continue reading

Prostitutes, Charles Dickens and Heritage Day

Prostitutes, Charles Dickens and Heritage Day

Today in South Africa, we are on holiday. It is a public holiday, Heritage Day. Originally called Shaka Day and only celebrated in Kwazulu Natal, 24 September commemorated the life of mighty King of the Zulus, King Shaka. Shaka was a brutal, fiercely intelligent, militant Zulu chief who conquered disparate small tribes and united the Zulu nation. He … Continue reading

Sydney: Of rules and strange familiarity

Sydney: Of rules and strange familiarity

  I went on a trip, following in the footsteps of my itchy-footed great great grandmother, Ethel, from South Africa to New Zealand. This follows on from where I left off in my earlier post about my great Antipodean time-travelling adventure… So, there I was, lying on the shiny tiled floor of Sydney airport’s International Arrivals Hall. After … Continue reading

Oh my! Isn’t that wonderful?

Oh my! Isn’t that wonderful?

Almost 12 years ago now 23Thorns and I were on our honeymoon at a beautiful hotel called Cybele Forest Lodge. Our room had its own swimming pool, the white bed sheets were crisp, the towelling robes were huge and fluffy. There must surely have been a scattering of rose petals on the bed, but I forget … Continue reading

Oh! For a Time When Sexting Was a Love Letter

Oh! For a Time When Sexting Was a Love Letter

It started in the car yesterday as I drove the kids home from school. Chatting about the day at school with my son is very often like watching a python swallow a small buck – slow and torturous. “How was your day?” “Fine.” “What did you do?” “Nothing.” “You were at school for 8 hours; … Continue reading