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The Rearing Cobra & Me!

I am on my second round of Botox injections! No, I don’t now have full, rounded Julia Roberts-like luscious lips. There are actually no changes to my face. I am using Botox as it is meant to be used – medically! When I stand in front of a mirror, I look okay. Nothing special. Nothing

Scream!

Recently I received the following letter: Dear Gaynor I am a friend of the director, Janice Honeyman and Denise Goldin. I am a professional actress, born in Cape Town but now living in California. The way I came to know of you is this: I was in Cape Town staying with Janice. I am working

Blips!

Since my accident and resulting brain damage, there are certain Blips! that occur in my life. I was staying with my sister, Liz. Every afternoon I go for my afternoon nap. I was feeling pretty gruck that afternoon with flu and was stuffed full of paracetamol. Strangely enough I couldn’t sleep, so I was lying

Another Dimension!

Dimension Data sounds like some high falutin’ dating agency, doesn’t it? In actual fact, it is a global company specialising in information technology. Admit, my dating agency sounds far more intriguing, doesn’t it? They have just sponsored a Sunshine Ladies Golf Tour event in George. Never having had the slightest interest in watching golf, you

Mountains and the Moon!

How I would love to hike the Baviaanskloof Leopards Trail! I used to love going away to spend days in the bush. I remember finishing our last performance of Othello. We had a mad success of a run. This was 1987 and apartheid still ruled in South Africa. Here was Desdemona, a white woman played

Water Smiles!

After I have completed my exercise circuit at gym I go to a certain place to cool down. I do my body relaxation and stretches looking out over the swimming pool. A lot of older people are there doing water aerobics. The class is led by this incredibly fit young woman who demonstrates from the

Try, try and try again!

I have never played golf. I used to hit balls at a driving range. I would get incredible pleasure hitting a golf ball hard and watching with satisfaction as it sailed away into the distance. After my accident, my friend was playing golf and I strolled with her enjoying the beauty of George Golf Course.

My State of Mind!

    The huge concrete edifice loomed dark and forbidding. I looked up at the sign that I had been dreading seeing for so long: The State Theatre. I took a gulp and I moved forward, into the building. The doors closed behind me. I hadn’t been to The State Theatre since my accident twenty-five

Getting into a State!!!

After my accident, whilst in a coma, Absa, set up an account for me. They generously deposited money into this and let it be known that it was available for public donations towards my medical expenses. Twenty-five years later, I am still banking with Absa! Recently I wrote to the Chief Financial Officer and I

Think Outside the Box!

So many of us live in little boxes from which we quite happily survey the world. Until a window in our box shines a strong light onto a corner we have quite overlooked. Suddenly the box and everything it holds is changed. We look at the world in quite a different way. Recently I was

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