I don’t know much about cars: to drive one you don’t have to, something I used to feel a little ashamed about until the language spoken under the bonnet changed to computer talk and excluded
How it endedHow it ended
Frances Holgage gave blood for the last time in the winter of 2007. She did not know this at the time. “I see you’re up to 92 units,” said the man as he checked her
The fires of my youthThe fires of my youth
When I was young we were not allowed fires, just as we aren’t now, but we had them. My mother was the burner. She was the gardener, too, and had to dispose of the large
What’s not on the menuWhat’s not on the menu
Regan: What need one? Lear: O, reason not the need. King Lear – Act 2 Sc.4 Reason and need make good bedfellows for Regan when she tells her father that, after getting rid of ninety-nine,
Why runners stop runningWhy runners stop running
I’m not a serious runner. If you are, stop reading as this article isn’t going to explain the critical moment when a runner calls it quits, throws the shoes to the dog that’s being eyeing
Game of RulesGame of Rules
“Play it as it lies” is the rule of golf. The focus is the ball: “as it lies” can determine the success of the next shot. If the previous one has brought that little white
TenancyTenancy
“The tenants have just phoned. They want to know if it’s okay that they cut a firebreak around the house.” No, I have never let my house. Being in a profession where transfers do not
Handyman knowledgeHandyman knowledge
“A little learning is a dangerous thing.” – Alexander Pope Common usage has altered what Pope wrote in 1709 to: “A little knowledge… “, but knowledge and learning are not synonymous. Learning is innocent, a
The morning game at Hangover ParkThe morning game at Hangover Park
Written in 1996, soon after Model C schools’ (formerly government, whites only schools) cricket fixtures began to include more than just other Model C schools.) The road through Rondebosch was beginning to gleam with haste
The dog masterThe dog master
What was it in the bush? A dog pack? Here…in the city suburbs? Yes, the grasses moved aside and differently fashioned ears came forward, pricked up at a voice of command somewhere in the thicket