‘Just two schoolboys and me,’ I told the lady at the entrance to Albert Falls dam recreation area. OK, two adults and one pensioner, she said, totting up the fee. And sizing us up at a glance, bitch. Oh well, she was spot-on – they are in matric after all. They were after bass andContinue reading “Albert Fell”
It was quite clear to me the answer was NO. Now I’m less sure . . Reason being my young kids still seem to lurv and appreciate me! Weird. ——-ooo000ooo——- Yet again I was caught by an April Fools joke on my birthday, Tommy (17) the perpetrator this time; Not quite 64 in a row,Continue reading “I Used To Know The Answer .”
As we left Mother Mary today – at the old aged home Retirement Village – he used to call them old aged homes and be very anti but now suddenly they’re OK and they’re retirement villages cos he has just made an offer on a cottage there, deciding at age 96 that it might beContinue reading “The Goatitudes – 6. Duelling Banjous”
Do not text and drive. It’s called Distracted Driving and it’s dangerous. Especially now. My old man aged 95 and eight months in the shade took himself off to Wartburg and got his drivers licence renewed for a further five years. He will still be driving legally on a street near you at the ageContinue reading “A Cure for Texting n Driving”
My cellphone has become the target of Hush Puppies ads.
I’m coming down to Durban to buy a parrot. Where’s Overport? asks the ole man. Then the ole lady phones, all worried – as ever. Can you tell us how to get to West Road in Overport, Koosie? I say I’ll try, phone you back. I need to hatch a plot. I phone back andContinue reading “African Greybeard”
The one is still fully original: The other has had various titanium and plastic parts fitted, and electronic, leather and wooden accessories attached*. Both were seen at LindiLou’s Tarr Roses Open Day. . *Titanium knee, plastic knee, titanium specs, plastic spec lenses, plastic lens implants, electronic hearing aids, leather hat & shoes, wooden walking stick.
Jessie: Hey Dad! I saw the Detour Trails kombi today! Is he your friend? (we’d been on a cycling trail to the Wild Coast with them). Yes Jess, I’ve known Rohan since before you were invented. She looks at me wide-eyed: And he’s still alive?! she asks, amazed.
Steve Reed in Oz pointed out the symbolism of this pic (taken by Jessie’s friend Minenhle): She’s sixteen; The jungle gym has been left far behind; The pushbikes have been abandoned; Jess looks ahead to the brave new world of being 16 and really MOBILE!! I just hope she’s not heading for that garden benchContinue reading “The three (early) stages of life”
TomTom rugby tackled me in the scullery, so I reached for his belt and lifted his rear end with one hand so he no longer had traction on the ground. Uh Oh! Something ‘went’ in my lower back there! I lowered his butt and bent down and caught my breath. Ooof! ‘What’s wrong, Dad?’ Nothing.Continue reading “Ooof!”
Just returned from a gathering in Harrismith where my sole function was to bring the average age of the attendants down to a respectable level. Pierre’s joint 60th along with Jill Venning and Mark Raz Russel. Pierre builds, Jill farms, Mark runs Finlay’s general trading store – and the golf club – in Harrismith. AtContinue reading “Senior Citizens Hippy Revival”
This at my house recently: “Hey, Dad, how old are you?” asks Tom. 57 “Yeah! In dog years, maybe!” he grins, – hastening to add “I saw that on TV, Dad!” back-pedaling before he gets a klap.