Random thoughts of a happy brain damaged ex actress… Me!
In 1966 and 67, Mums and Dad lived in England. “You must have loved going to see the beautiful historical sites, Mums. And all of those art galleries must have been simply amazing.” Mums said dryly: “Gaynor, I lived in Hertfordshire with three children ranging from a few months to five years old. So, no,
Mums and I discovered the most exquisite treasure! We received this Facebook message from my sister, Liz, saying: “Look at this post. It says that a beautifully painted rock is in a ‘little coffee shop in York Street, George.’ You’re there! Please find it. It is just stunning!” I looked at the picture and said:
I have never liked cake. At my birthday parties, Mums knew to make me an ice cream cake. I simply couldn’t stomach the chocolate or vanilla sponge varieties that my siblings were treated to on their birthdays. I found all cake sickly sweet and..and…crumbly! When I moved to George, I discovered this marvellous coffee shop,
My mother is a Royalist. My gran and aunt were also Royalists Deluxe! Mums has a whole collection of magazines that were passed down to her from gran. There is one showing 1923 – Their Majesties – 1948. Then there is a London News with an illustration of Princess Elizabeth and Philip headed Royal Wedding
Birds had not played a large part in our lives. Then we moved to a farm in Blanco, George and things changed radically. Suddenly we had guinea fowl that skittered their way through the kitchen. We had Foxy, the crow, who used to sit on the chimney and hurl insults and swear words into the
“For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.” Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene Have you ever lost something? I regularly lose things, particularly my IPad, phone, glasses and keys! Loss causes my emotions to range from frustration, anger, helplessness, despair and a deep sadness. It was utterly ravishing. To my nine year
Have you ever skidded down the passageway on your bottom? As children, we used to run along the passageway in our pyjamas, and then launch ourselves onto our bottoms. We had a shiny parquet floor that was amazing to slide and skid upon. We would whoosh our way past our bedrooms with shrieks of delight
“Overall, my aim is to make the world a brighter place, through the use of illustration.” Nande Hattingh I wriggled my feet in the grass, took a deep breath of the gorgeous air and sat back with my eyes closed, revelling in the glorious morning. I was sitting next to a bed of lavender and
I am in love with George. I have been for quite a few years. I will tell you about this love affair – in depth. “Why don’t you come and live in George?” Mums asked. “Live in George? Are you mad? George is for old people!” was my retort. Mums took me for a long
At the age of fourteen, she came to live with me. “What is your name?” I asked her gently, not expecting a response. Not meeting my eyes, she cowered from me. She was petrified. Irrespectively I pulled her into my arms. “I don’t know what was done to you beforehand, but just know from me
