Oh, wise counsellor . .

I try and teach the kids about waste, litter, environmental awareness etc. As I start talking they don’t look at me. They look at each other with THAT look, then swivel their eyes on me in unison, put on a polite “Yes, you were saying?” look on their dials, switch off their ears and nod and say “Mmm” “Mmm?” until they see my lips stop moving. Then they’ll ‘innocently’ ask something deliberately unkosher like “Can we get a cat?”. Lil bastids.

Kids at Mtunzini cottage

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It's about life, marriage, raising kids, paddling rivers, travel in Africa . . . re-posting thoughts written over decades - at random, I'm afraid.

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