An article I wrote for the Sunday Tribune KZN Business supplement.
- Weatherforecaster: Deciding in the morning if the clouds are going to dissipate or not. Often the deadline to put a load of washing on arrives and the sun has either appeared or disappeared. What to do? Bloody Durban weather.
- Clothepeg connoisseur: Apparently you can’t just hang your clothes up any old way. There is a right way and a wrong way. Who knew? I just hang everything upside down. It seems right for about 50% of the garments. Oh, and God help the lady that does not fold her washing with military precision when taking it down.
- Iron technician: Not all irons are created equally. Besides which – steamers are the next best thing, not irons. As far as I am concerned, if an iron last longer than a year it is simply brilliant.
- Dishwashing machine expert: To rinse or not to rinse before packing in? This argument gets discussed more frequently than the topic of husbands and becomes far too heated for my liking. Watch this space. This could be what starts WW3
- Detergent detective: Finding the latest, new,improved wunder-cleaner is essential. Once found it then requires stalking of the cleaning lady to ensure that she only uses the recommended amount and not the whole bottle in one day. The stalking is essential as the said bottle of phenomenal cleaner costs more than your entire month’s grocery budget.
- Pantry science: Not all tins live up to their expiry dates. Knowing which ones you can use after those pesky dates takes years of experience. Rotating produce and stock control requires meticulousness attention to detail. I don’t have a pantry. What a relief.
- Human Resources Degree: Actually, discussing the management of household cleaning staff requires a book, not a blog. The stories that get shared each month have me either gasping in horror or gasping for breath they make me laugh so much. I am so grateful for my sweet, short sighted Gladys.
|One of the many Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow trees in my jungle, umm, garden.|
|They look like Lamingtons, don’t they?|
Please come and visit me one evening (they onlygive off their precious aroma at night) in January/February and allow theglorious perfume to uplift you.
The other day I added a sparkly, dazzling, disco-like button to my blog…I’ll wait while you look. Seen it? Okay – let’s continue.
This button, when clicked, will take you to a blog called “No, Really, you can eat it” (yes, really) where Melanie shares recipes and all sorts of interesting stuff.
She offered to give me a recipe as thanks for sharing her shiny button. I advised her that a salad recipe would be appreciated as it is so gosh darn hot in Durban at the moment.
Here is the recipe. Enjoy!
- I wish the Alien would listen to me the first time I saysomething (Not a difficult request surely?)
- I wish my cats and dog would stop shedding hair everywhere(I am drowning in their hair, people. HELP!)
- I wish alcohol didn’t give me a hangover (How can somethingso delightful be so punishing? It’scruel I tell you.)
- I wish TV adverts weren’t so bloody loud (They are at least1000 decibels louder than the programme you just fell asleep to.)
- I wish women could stand together and force feminine hygienecompanies to bring down the prices of sanitary towels/tampons (Come on, it’s arip off. I expect to see cotton wool pricesafter gold and oil prices on business news. It is clearly a rare commodity)
|My joy cannot really be captured by Kodak but thank you Vernon for sending me this pic.|
The Alien turned 15 in December. Of course, all she wanted was a Blackberry. Every other need and want paled in comparison to her desire to have BBM (Blackberry Messenger)
I stuck to my guns of not getting her one – with difficulty though. The nagging, tantrums, depression and blackmail would have had the most hardened Marine SEAL crying like a baby!
Her joy when she received a Blackberry from her Uncle and Aunt was a sight to behold though.
The look of love as she clapped eyes on her BB for the first time almost brings tears to ones eyes??
Then there is the “look Mom – I have a Blackberry. How cool am I?” stage. Pouting is of course compulsory.
This is followed by the far away stare of an Alien plotting all the possibilities opened up to her thanks to finally becoming a part of the BBM generation.