one hundred and thirty

There is very little I need in my world that isn’t chocolate. Unless it’s coffee. And love of course. Which coffee and chocolate actually are fine examples of even if only due to the caffeine and increased serotonin levels respectively. Whatever. Chocolate is my happy pill. But apparently the Australian taste in chocolate is very different to the South African. We like a creamier, less sweet, more swiss like flavour. Lindt is good, but not thick enough. Not for Jem and I anyway. Jem is particularly true to her taste. She simply refuses any. Kate and I are a little less discerning. Or maybe just too hedonistic to ever refuse. Anyway, tonight I am grateful so very grateful we discovered Aldi’s chocolate. Made in Austria. Creamy, thick, melt in your mouth, not so sweet or watery, robust, full of love. I am grateful that tonight, for a moment, we were all happy. And full of love.

one hundred and twenty nine

I am grateful for a hot shower. To turn a tap and have hot water pour out is a rare treat for some. An impossible dream for others. Yet I get to shower as and when I feel. I am  so grateful for the daily treat, for the gift of water, of hot, therapeutic water, but especially for the time. The time alone, the time out, to focus, to calm, to think, to be grateful. And to plan.


Mmmmm, this is quite a touchy subject.  There have been a few moments lately when I have felt my hackles rise but true to the new me have breathed. Before responding.  Also to be honest, the response might be seen in a very defensive light, and that is not intended.  I am referring to the ignorant, misrepresented, without knowledge or understanding, generalised comments always levelled at South Africans who have apparently fled to Australia. I am over it. You don’t know me, or us. I do not need to explain myself to you or anyone else. But, my biggest failing in life is a need for fair representation for all, fair treatment for all. Failing because I always feel the need to speak up, I simply cannot let it be. So, don’t judge and don’t misrepresent and don’t hide behind your own fear. The fear that makes you ignorant and judgemental of others. The fear that makes  you need to justify your own actions and denigrate others. The fear that makes you need to feel better than others. Because you are not. Nobody is. You may still be there but does that mean you are contributing to positive change. To a better future for all. No matter the colour of your skin. What difference are you making? We took up an opportunity. To make a difference. To our children lives and to the lives of those we left behind. And to those who suffer at the hands of prejudice. Yes, we sponsor families, we support and contribute what we can to Africa financially, we care. But the important bit, is the bit we are doing for our world. For a hopeful future. By bringing up children who are tolerant, who see equality in all, who are kind, who are charitable, who share, who believe in taking responsibility for their own actions, who believe in love, who do not judge, who do not believe anyone should be celebrated or punished for others misdeeds but that we should all look to the future and be the change we so desperately crave. For humanity. And that we would do no matter where we are. How about you?

one hundred and twenty eight

Jem is in year 6 and Kate year 10 and every year of school in South africa and here they have had a concert or musical of sorts. I was always too busy to be involved. And maybe because it was just not really my thing. Either way, I am very grateful that today I spent the day making props for Alice in Wonderland. Not only because it was a truly good day, but because it was about time.

one hundred and twenty seven


Kate loves tea. Made for her by me.  Every night at about 7.45pm. In her K mug. Delivered to her in her room. By me. I am grateful for this little routine. It makes her still seem so little. And so needy of her mommy. I know, I know, I’m a walkover, but I just can’t resist the nightly text I get.

one hundred and twenty six

I am grateful for a sweet little button nosed cavoodle puppy called Teddy. Teddy has been on my mind since we met him yesterday, so much so that I have been googling cavoodles all day.  I am grateful because Teddy has made me realise even more how much my family needs a home, a real home that is ours, with a dog and all the restrictions and hassles that brings, but also the love and the belonging. Here for now. But Teddy had also confused me a tad, because our Teddy was going to be a chow chow. (Well, the girls and I had decided. Sort of).

one hundred and twenty four

Every morning when I drive over the bridge near Quamby Place heading to Hastings I see a pelican on the top of the street light.  Everytime. I am sure it’s not the same pelican but I like to think it is. I am grateful to this pelican for always making me smile. I know it isn’t an uncommon sight in Noosa but it is one that will never fail to delight me. I am also grateful to the person who took this shot, because mine was crap.


B had me in stitches this morning with stories as only he can tell them about how bullet proof as he puts it South Africans are. Well, actually what was hilarious is how un bullet proof he has become being here. There is a sadness about how desensitised we become to poverty, crime, corruption and mayhem when we live with it every day. But today it was a funny story.  B was on a technical recce in Parow in Cape Town, when approaching the team on the street was a gentlemen weaving, shouting and wielding a box cutter. If they supported the ANC, he would cut them he threatened maniacally.  B found himself backing away quite rapidly, I mean he said, the guy was manic, and dangerous, he could have lashed out at any one of them. The rest of them just stood there and shooed him off. B was in hysterics as he recounted the look of incredulity on all their faces when looking at him, saying, where you going?? As if he was the odd one for backing off, not them for not. I mean imagine if someone came weaving up to one of us here in Noosa with a dangerous object, threatening to cut anyone who supported the Labour Party or LNP or whomever … Actually, it’s an impossible stretch.