About once every 28 days or so, I walk on eggs. Very fragile, raw, squashable eggs. Figuratively speaking. And partners of a woman who is about to shed, will know what I am talking about. Shed? Continue reading
When people grow older, they tend to become more demanding and irritable. The same seem to be true for animals – at least the one with whom I am intimately acquainted. Pooch. Continue reading
To amuse myself at a recent boring meeting that lasted 4 hours, I started counting the number of times one of the people at the meeting used the word “I” or “me.” The total came to 84 – and I missed some while I was making notes.
Last night my room was a battle zone. And I was the target of a kamikaze Musca domestica, commonly known as The House Fly. Continue reading
South Africans are caught up in a fever – Banting fever. Liters of fat is being shed, while meters of waistlines have shrunk. Facebook is chock-a-block with before-and-after photos of the disciples of this low carbohydrates, high fat (LCHF) way of eating.
“Mediocrity is a hand-rail.” ― Charles Louis De Secondat Montesquieu
I have never wanted to be ‘normal’ or mediocre and without even trying, have managed to excel at being, well, if you pardon the pun, queer. I will admit to trying to blend in for the sake of my sanity, but that is in the past. As Alice would put it, “It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.” (Lewis Carroll,