The one where the chickens crossed Brownlow Road

According to Deon, Andrée's father, the chickens crossed the road to end up on his Webber. I am not exactly sure where or how the chickens did this, but there are options; but most likely, the chickens were carried all the way from Woolworths in a plastic bag.
Andrée will turn one next month and has developed a personality all of her own. Although Abraham and I are not her official godparents (and why not, one may ask?), we have some definite plans for Miss van Zyl. My contribution will be to buffer her from her father's scathing remarks about Mozart symphonies (almost bordering on blasphemy) and Abraham would like to teach her some of his special dance moves (which basically includes a lot of finger flicking). Good luck, Andrée!

The one with Hannah's wedding

Long-time best friend Hannah got married last weekend at the Plantation in Port Elizabeth. In true Hannah-style, everything was so tastefully done; including a chocolate wedding cake covered with white chocolate and roses. I sat next to Almarie (from Meel fame) at the 'fun' table. We rocked!

The one with Mfundo's Good Taste

The May 2007 edition of Good Taste Magazine featured an article about the Hout Bay Music Project, titled "Township Notes", and included a photo of Mfundo playing the bass. Last month, after only two months of preparation, he passed his Grade III double bass exam and is progressing rapidly.

The one with Mfundo's Fairy Dance

Braamie captured Mfundo playing the 'Fairy Dance' al fresco. He played the The Associated Board of the Royal Schools of Music Double Bass Grade III practical examination the next day.

The one where the baby doesn't cry (almost)

Blogging is great. Really. But when you meet up with 'long-time-no-see' friends can reply to every tale with 'oh yes, its on your blog', my life feels like just another "the one about...' episode. Séla.
Annamarié en André recently produced Kara, the most delightful little girl, who really enjoys it when I whistle tunes from Mozart's horn concertos (nothing you can't hum there). We lunched at Meel in Westdene (across the street from The Mystic Boer). The company was excellent, the wine great and the food good (except for the kiwi cheese cake - André's verdict: too much butter, not baked long enough). Meel might just be Bloemfontein's answer to Melissas.

The one with the visitors from George

I just love Mondays! Many may find this strange. It’s just that if the brown stuff hits the fan on Friday, you are in trouble (read: screwed); if it happens on a Monday you have enough time to deal with the problem or to delegate the brown stuff...

My brother, Louis, and his wife, Suzette, stayed with us during the weekend. They stopped over en route from Durban and George. Louis is my oldest brother. He left home when I was 16 and I believe the reason for our amicable relationship is based on the fact that weren't in each other's way during our early adult years.

Louis and Suzette were not the only visitors from George. Callie and Jeanne decided to drive up on Friday and were staying in a friend’s apartment a few blocks up Kloof Street. We met up at symphony concert in the Baxter (a long story) and had a late dinner at Arnolds. The photo was taken during breakfast on Sunday. I made (!) French toast... a major achievement, I know ;-)

Please note: there is no real maple syrup in Cape Town. I search high (and low). This is a sad state of affairs. French toast and crispy bacon (Louis showed me how to BAKE bacon) is just not the same without maple syrup.