“Smile the while And while you smile Another smile smiles And after a while There are miles of smiles And life’s worthwhile Because you smiled.” My Gran wrote that for me when I was nine years old. When I think of her, I smile. She was that kind of person. Thinking back on
I strolled along the beach one evening. One evening before my accident. The light on the beach will remain etched in my memory. Silvery clear and other worldly. The beach stretched ahead like a long tunnel. Far in the distance was a dark shape which, as I got closer, transformed itself into a small child.
Leaving for England this year was fraught with the problems caused by my broken hands. But last year was just as exciting! I was due to fly from Cape Town to England early in June. I travelled to Cape Town a week before my departure date so that I could spend time with my sister,
Let me tell you about B. I was chatting to some friends at a dinner party when suddenly I was tapped on the back. I turned to this petite, pixie haired woman. In fact, she was a tiny elf with dancing, crinkly eyes that met my stare quite openly. Then she spoke. Hell, I would
Janet Suzman, (now Dame Janet Suzman!) the international actress and director directed us in Othello. I played Bianca, the whore. At the time I was still a virgin. A virgin playing a whore! Tell me if that’s not good acting, huh? Othello was an incredible experience with John Kani playing Othello and Richard Haines, Iago.
1963 I began wailing as my Mother swung me up and out the bath. “No, Mummy, no! Bath needs me!” My Mum laughed as she began towelling her two year old dry. “And I need you to put on your pyjamas. Then you can have your favourite supper – boiled egg and soldiers. After supper
Remember the diary I mentioned in my last blog? Reading through it bought so many memories back to life……. “DM and Ron to dinner. (DM, aka Dee, is Dad’s cousin and was my aunt, Libby’s varsity friend.) Ron urged me to play my guitar thus sparking off one of the most fun-filled evenings I can
I had a strange and amazing thing happen to me. Listen to this… I met Sandie Day in July, 2000. She is a friend of Judy Page’s and is gregarious with a great love of life. I then invited her to my book launch which she came to willingly. After the launch she telephoned my
…. An explosion of sound. For twenty three years my left ear had been dead, killed in my eighteen metre fall. On Monday it was resurrected back to life through a Cochlear Implant. Sound came exploding back with a vigour and at times unpleasant force. Mum, Liz and I trooped into Jenny’s office. Once I
(This is for all the Brodericks with love!) I read a wonderful thing about death. The author bought up the image of a ship leaving for sea. You watch it from shore as it sails off. You wave at the people on board and they wave back. As it moves further away, you can no