Picture it, a wet and windy evening, the bewitching hour! This is the time supposedly sensible children are long tucked away in bed, safe from the boogieman. So there I was! All alone! Shutting down grand central (my computer workstation) and switching off my office...
Who knew I would put Johannesburg behind me so quickly. Now it almost seems like another lifetime. Short of a very incompetent lawyer, an estate agent (who should have retired 20 years ago) not bothering to do her job, and a house that is still...
Ah so here I find myself in Sunny Cape Town. The first night turned out to be what my most gracious host, Brian, called Tsunami weather! He said he had never – in 50 odd years – seen such wind. While I didn’t get much...
