I woke up this morning to the smell of burnt cake. I shot straight up in bed in alarm, only to find that it was me: I’d used vanilla body butter after my bath last night and was having a hot flush. People warned me of the mood swings that go with peri-menopause, but nobody told me I’d have to relook my toiletries!
It’s been raining here, continuously, for three days. We also have dark skies, which is very unseasonal; ‘they’ have issued flash flood warnings and, here at home, I have a child with a bout of cabin fever and dogs who are reproachful at being kept in the scullery for fear they will drag mud through the house. Ordinarily, at this time of year, we’d all have sunburn from wallowing all day long in the swimming pool to beat the heat.
In other news, a man jumped off a bridge into traffic on the highway below on Tuesday. “The 35-year-old man, who was critically injured, apparently had a quarrel with his wife, spokesperson Percy Morokane said.” Gosh, must have been quite a quarrel? Mud through the house?
Today is the Day of Reconciliation in South Africa and marks the start of a long weekend. We have friends coming over (mud through the house!) and had planned a braai. I think that plan will be scrapped, best I go and see what my freezer holds in the way of fixings for a curry.
I leave you with this photo; here is Rudi, our reindeer who mysteriously appears in our garden at this time of year and stays for four weeks before disappearing again. The dogs are unsure of Rudi, Lulubelle tries to bite him and Fritzl pees on him. The Shrewsday children, in particular, will be interested to see – in the background – how much our CharlotteBunny has grown.