This week I said farewell to my father-in-law. It was an unexpected parting, even though it shouldn’t have been. And I wasn’t there… Having lost my dad as a child, I’d spent a large part of my youth looking for a father figure and yes, in all the wrong places.
What if I could travel back in time, turn back the clock, ask for a ‘take two,’ on things that shouldn’t have happened? Would I make different decisions, come to unexpected realisations? Of course. I would steer my life down very different paths. I’d never have stopped
2019 was the year I missed the whales in Hermanus. They were here. But I wasn’t… This year I am and have spotted a few already! They are still pretty far away. I suppose they’ll come closer when its time to give birth. For now, they’re arriving and settling in
Jabberwocky BY LEWIS CARROLL ’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. “Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!” He took
“Breathing exercises,” the secretary repeated. I didn’t respond. “The radiation will target your left breast.” I still didn’t get it. “That’s where your heart is.” Now I felt my chest jump. Was this going to be a danger? I’d googled it and read a little but it hadn’t seemed a