We went to a wonderful fresh food, trendy, vintage clothing market cum foody space in Braamfontein today. Wonderful to be there, to see it and to feel the air of acceptance, living togetherness and simply getting on with it air I have felt this visit. But what really made me pause was when a complete stranger asked us what we thought of the skirt she was trying on as her mom hated it, and when another stranger told Kate how gorgeous she looked in the top she was trying on and continued to chat to her about her life for a good five minutes. Kate afterwards said how lovely she was, but wasn’t that a bit odd. That lady chatting to her like that. To me it wasn’t. But to Kate it was, because she isn’t used to it anymore. The funny thing is it’s not odd here. South African women are open and we generally do share, a lot and to anyone. Suddenly it all made a bit more sense, my being ok with my sharing. Because it’s what I’m used to. And why some of my friends find it odd. Because it’s not what they’re used to. Then again, maybe I do overdo it a bit. Just a teeny little bit.


Not a day I celebrate with mush, but I would be odd if today didn’t make me think about relationships. And how blessed I am. So today I am grateful for B and I. For us. For the love we share. For the humour we share. For the children we share. For the honesty we share. For the shit we share. For the life we share. I love us.


I am so grateful today that I have access to skype, which for a moment brought my brother into my lounge. I feel so guilty that he is carrying the load of being the only sibling in town whilst my dad is needing our support.  Seeing and sharing his frustration and hearing his chuckles made it so much easier to bear.