Tuesday, 16 January 2018

Interesting Biological Parallel with a Car Exhaust

Not this bad yet

I admit to feeling very sorry for my husband this week, as he has had a recurrence of the very painful complaint 'anal fissure'.  The last time was two years ago when I was so upset with him after the Christmas party and thought it served him right.  This time I am more sympathetic, having picked up and practiced Oprah's lessons about forgiveness.  However, our elderly chemist decided to do his own thing regarding making up the prescription and ignored what the doctor prescribed with the result that the cream is so runny it is difficult to insert. For the first two days, things got worse, particularly so on the day we had to visit the children in Cape Town and while the ladies were out, my sons wanted to go for a walk with their dad.  Hardly able to sit, he certainly couldn't walk and had confessed the reason to big son.  Too embarrassed to answer to small son's question, big son piped up,  "Dad has a crack in his exhaust system", at which small son, of course, packed up laughing.  Husband was not amused.  We have since addressed the problem by keeping the cream in the refridgerator, and the judicious use of a syringe. Not nice.

Tuesday, 2 January 2018

Comparing Apples with Apples - and grandson swimming with Dolphins

Magic moment

When my daughter sent this awesome photo of my grandson, while on their Carribean cruise,  I had to blanche at the cost of the photo having mentally converted dollars to our South African currency - say, about the cost of a 3-course meal for two in a reasonable restaurant, with a bottle of wine.  The actual cost of swimming with the dolphin's was - let's say - two week's rent, if you were sharing a small, two-bed apartment. Still, she said the experience was priceless, as was their visit to Lego-world in Dubai on their way home, not to mention their whole, marvelous holiday. As we speak, I think they are in the air somewhere...  Meanwhile, lovely surprise - small son came home two days ago, having "got tired of Thailand"  (read - run out of cash) after two and a half weeks.  He did most of what he had intended though:  hiked around, stayed in hostels, washed baby elephants, met a lot of nice people, and did island-hopping and snorkelling.  
Small son, actually looking quite big
He wanted to be home to party with his friends for New Year. So my chickens have come home (almost all) to roost - at least for a while. Small son is coming to us tomorrow and patiently answered all his anxious mother's Whatsapps while he was away.  Time to relax.