The month of love is almost here. Therefore, I thought I’d tell you a few anecdotes about my days of singledom, and having people all up in my love life (or the lack thereof).
The challenge for this week is to eat your biggest meal of the day at lunchtime. The reason why I say this is that it forces you to eat in the middle of the day and not fast and then stuff your face at night.
This week at the fitness class my instructor said that she had never seen me in shorts, which is strange considering our city gets very hot during the summer and we’ve known each other for about five years. I am ashamed of being the pastiest of the 50 shades of Caucasian in sunny South Africa.
Maybe Kalahari manners isn’t the right phrase, because I’ll be talking about the lack of manners - especially when it comes to my extended crazies. Usually when my mom and dad get into an argument the term “Kalahari manners” comes up (my dad grew up in the Kalahari). According to my mom, you can take the man out of the Kalahari, but you can’t take the Kalahari out of the man. He's such a character.
Get ready for the weirdest rant I’ve ever gone on. With the rain, there are a lot more moths in our house and it bothers me because moths are so weird.
Recently I’ve tried to declutter my bookshelf a bit by either selling or giving away some of the books. Then I got to “Love in the time of cholera” by Gabriel Garcia Marquez.
Have you noticed that everyone wants to be an over-achiever these days? Schools are starting next week, and you see parents everywhere in the shops buying only ‘the best’ of everything for their children.