I’ve been traumatized by a bombed computer. It died on Friday night and was fixed on Monday night. Over the weekend I realized how much time I spend online. The enforced offline time has caused every cupboard in my house to be tidy, every picture on my walls is hanging dead straight and all my filing is done.
It is uncanny how fast the past week went, last Sunday I was swanning around Stellenbosch with Tandy and Dave drinking the “best Chardonnay in the world” at the highest wine estate in the Helderberg and going on to pass what must be one of the prettiest estates, Hidden Valley, on our way down the mountain pass.
I’m nostalgic forCape Town, more than usual; on Sunday I cooked a lime leaf curried fish casserole using dried lime leaves, for an ingredient challenge I have going with Tandy, it failed to lift my spirits and simply made me miss her more.
On Thursday I baked a cake that failed to impress the client, who said of it “Was not great – wasn’t horrible but we didn’t eat much of it – sorry”.
To confound things and make my blogging mojo take a serious dip, someone has seen fit to tell my husband that I am dissing him on my blog. This is clearly somebody who reads my blog regularly and has read that my husband is not a user of social media and thus doesn’t read my blog. (Is it you, Rose?) I don’t understand the motivation behind such an action and really resent that it has put a dent in something I really enjoy.
Hasta la vista, my friends, let’s see what the morrow brings, for now I am off to have a glass of wine.