Cobwebs and memories

I'm a hoarder. I don't like to throw things away especially anything that has even a hint of sentimentality attached to it. This means that I've accumulated boxes, kists and cupboards filled with books, photos, diaries, birthday cards, Christmas cards, letters - remember getting letters delivered to you by a postman that weren't of the bill variety?- and clothes.

I'm trying to sort through things that I can't live without or don't want to and the things that I really need to let go and chuck out. I'm trying to be strong and brave. It is hard. I've pretty much kept a diary since the age of 9 or 10 but some of those have been lost or maybe I'm still going to find them. I did find one from 16years ago - I'd almost love to go back to that time and have the thoughts and worries I had then.

My books. I've got so many. I just gave away most of the books I accumulated in Edinburgh. Now I've got the job of deciding what books get to go with me and what books I need to bid farewell to and give to charity. I'd almost made the decision to only keep books that had been gifted to me or that I don't think I'll be able to replace when I got slammed by a huge wave of nostalgia and couldn't do it. I packed both piles of books back into the box they'd come from and decided to move onto clothes.

Clothes - these need to be sorted into 3 categories: Still wear, will never wear again and hope to fit into again (sigh). I'm exhausted. Trips down Memory lane can be tiring.

So I'm going to have a nap and hopefully dream of happy times. When I wake I may feel ready to tackle the clothes box!

It's lekka to be lekka!

I know I need to write more. I've been coming here lately and staring at the white page on this screen and no words have come. So today I'm just going to write random nothingness. There are Bloggers I rely on to be my inspiration, my many muses and they too have fallen silent of late leaving me to fend for myself in this big wide blogging world. Come back Bloggers, come back.

My week has been quite full yet empty at the same time. Wednesday, the Fiance and I celebrated our 9th year of togetherness with a fancy pants dinner at a restaurant called Pigalle in Sandton. My mouth is watering just thinking about the divine food we ate with gusto. Curried butternut soup, hot rolls, escargot, prawns, steaks, Peri-Peri and glorious wine. They even had Calvados - a french apple brandy digestif we discovered when we were in Normandy. A perfect evening - good food, good service, good conversation and us.

Another busy weekend ahead and then I fly off to Cape Town on Monday. Looking very forward to seeing my mountain and the sea. And my family of course.

I've fallen back into South Africanisms very quickly I'm glad to say. Even using words I never really did before - like Lekka. For my non-saffa readers - quite simply lekka (sometimes spelled lekker)is a word used instead of cool. It is actually the Afrikaans word for sweets. It is a lekka word to use and is quite expressive. It always sounds so genuine and heartfelt.

Have a lekka weekend my friends and readers. Lekka!

Jo'burg Rocks!

So we've been back in Benoni for 5 days now and already it feels like I've never left. It always amazes me that no matter how long I'm away from home for and in spite of the new buildings that appear and other little things that change - Benoni always seems to feel the same. I guess it's because it is home even if someone changes the curtains or plants a new tree in the garden.

The Cumulonimbus clouds seemed to follow us from Scotland for a few days but lost the battle to the African sun and she is now shining in all her finest glory.
Life is good.