I must confess to being a little taken aback. In my last post, I mentioned two minute noodles. Without any explanation. Sorry.
I try to be careful about this. If I am using words or concepts that I know are uniquely South African, I try my best to translate or explain. If that’s too tricky, I just avoid them.
This is why you will never read my absolutely fantastic post about the time I took 2kg of kudu biltong to a friend’s braai by mistake. He had asked me to bring the wors, and thinking he meant droewors, I decided to go for biltong instead. He actually meant boerewors. It was hilarious. We still laugh about it today. Luckily his wife had made enough sosaties to sink a battleship, and there was pap, so the braai turned out OK. Continue reading →
It’s over. I survived Christmas in retail. Now I just have to come back down to earth and gird my loins for the “year of profound change” that our enthusiastic new management is promising. And wait for the children to go back to school. Soon. Please. Continue reading →