I still have a rough cold and a crackly whisper of a voice, but I saw three people I knew at the grocery store yesterday, and only converted prices back to Rand a couple of times. And I bought my Mom a bottle of wine to accompany the magnificent birthday meal I cooked her, and I got carded.
And happiness is these photos from Bloemfontein:
which are the bees’ knees to me.
Or this one,
which takes the cake.
Or some other similarly appropriate metaphor, by which it is clear to you that this photograph puts a great big whoppin’ smile on my face.
Now does anybody know where I can find Rooibos tea, besides Starbucks?