Skip to main content

Braai revelry

My initial eagerness to capture each moment blured slightly as I've been swept from one thing to the next, but as it's my last day at work tomorrow I thought I better catch up before the onslaught of farewells on the weekend (I've got 4 planned, and am quite proud of it!)
With the idea being to put up photo's to ease my melancholy on mud island I guess I'd better get started... Badget had a braai at her house. With her great new garden furniture and a panoramic view that stretches from Lion's head, past his bum and over the harbour (the Waterfront is insignificant, we're talking the WHOLE bay) and of course the larger part of Cape Town's supply of wine we were all set to have a great time!

Enjoying a little coin action...

Badgets kitchen table just lends itself to a quiet game of coinage, where nothing gets out of hand... The braai was great, eating at 22:00 just gets the juices going - the wine flows and the peeping toms come out to play!

Aiding and abetting...

Meebs decided that if you can't beet 'em, join them! After catching some naughty boys paying particular attention to the window that was strategically located above the bathroom she decided to get involved. Not content with the window, things (people) were moved to a higher level.

Hey you!

Think twice before heading for this loo, the toilet police are watching you.

The night continued with a little limbo and its best left to that!



Popular posts from this blog

We love you Chewy

Earlier this week we had to make the hardest decision anyone with a pet will ever have to make. You have to be totally selfless, even though you’re fully aware of the devastating consequences. I’m typing this with tears streaming down my checks and my nose running. Over the last few weeks Chewy had slowed down, he wasn’t his beansy self, but we knew this might happen and just took everything slower. On Tuesday we went for our walks, he ate all his food and got as many treats as he could. On Tuesday night, he climbed into our bed. His breathing was heavy, the lymph glands in neck had hugely swollen and he was struggling to breathe. He was disorientated and wouldn’t eat or drink. He kept wanting to go outside, but wasn’t able to stand. I slept next to him on the floor, in the other bedroom and came downstairs when wanted to. Eventually at about 5am we called the vet. She confirmed our worst fears. We booked an appointment for 7:45 that morning, we had a little time to say g

How To Buy A House vs Online Dating

Buying a house is like online dating. I say that having had experience of both. Before having met The Incredible Davey (he requested a superhero pseudonym, we shall refer to him as TID henceforth) I discovered that in order to be an effective online dater, you need to date like a man... by having at least three men who you're going on dates with at a time (not all together). It means that if one isn't as responsive as you'd like or you decide you don't like another, there are still two more to keep you amused. And the same applies when looking for houses! The similarities in the two experiences are uncanny: 1. You do both online. 2. It's brutal. 3. You need to be prepared to have your heart broken. 4. It takes hours of trawling to find one that you might like. 5. The photo's are often misleading. 6. You can 'try before you buy' but just the tip. You don't really know what's under the 'bonnet' until you're entrenched in the rel

My darling dog has cancer

My darling dog has cancer About two-and-a-half weeks ago, on a Friday evening after the Husband had been away for work for the week, the three of us, He, Chewy and myself were sat on the sofa, having a catch-up. The Husband mentioned that Chewy’s glands (lymph nodes) were really big. A bit of back-story, he eats EVERYTHING! He has a keen eye for what we’ve termed a ‘poopsicle’ and happens to chance upon these seemingly tasty snacks rather regularly on his walks. He’s also partial to stale bread that some unwitting fellow has left out for the birds. Or the remainders of a teenagers discarded dinner. Let’s not mention the rotting snacks the fishermen leave behind during fishing season… I think you understand then, that we often have a dog with a bit of a dodgy tummy*. We’re no strangers to probiotics. So, obviously we squeezed probiotics onto his handcrafted meals, and kept and eye on what was going on. But coupled with the swollen glands, we called the Vet and they r