Random thoughts of a happy brain damaged ex actress… Me!
I held out the fresh croissant. “I thought you might like it. It’s still warm!” The woman took it. “Thank you so much,” she raised the packet to her face and placed it against her cheek. “Oh, it smells…it smells really good!” “It tastes even better. I’ve just finished mine,” I said laughing as I
You can’t buy happiness, but you can buy a bicycle and that’s pretty close.” Anon “Cycling is addictive. Totally addictive!” B laughed. “I love the added sense of freedom, the scents and the views. You see baboon, duiker, lots of small animals, flowers and trees. When you are up that mountain, you feel so…well, you
I was lying in bed last night thinking of Caleb Swanepoel. I wrote a blog on him. He is the young man whose leg was bitten off by a shark. I met him in George Medi-Clinic recently, whilst visiting Mum. The thought of him lying in bed with only one and a quarter legs was
“A happy birthday is measured not in the amount of gifts one gets, but in the amount love one receives.” Todd Stocker Today I turn thirteen! I look at my watch. Quarter to three in the morning. Still another three hours before everyone is awake and up. I thump my pillow and lie back down.
Julie Andrews was shivering. With the sun rarely rarely bothering to appear in the Alps, the weather continued to run rough-shod over location shooting on The Sound of Music. However, miserable weather paled in comparison to the logistics of renting the helicopter that would sweep down and film Andrews as she launched into the title
I remember as a child reading The Wishing Chair by Enid Blyton. It was about a magical chair that could fly. Together with the owners of the Wishing Chair I flew on so many enthralling adventures. I now know how The Wishing Chair came into existence. It grew magically on a branch of one
“The way humans hunt for parking and the way animals hunt for food are not as different as you might think.” Tom Vanderbilt A busy Saturday morning. Traffic like you wouldn’t believe. Cars, cars and more cars. Anybody would think it was a holiday! I must find a parking space. For goodness sakes, all I
‘I believe the God who’s holding me up is bigger than my circumstances. And I’m going to enjoy the process of seeing how He works in what should be, otherwise, miserable, hard circumstances – may we find the joy that God has for us…..’ Philippians 1:12-26 My Mother has spent the past month in and
My eyes open in the morning light and rest on the pillow next to me. There lies my companion and partner, Perdita. She is a wire-haired dachshund who is now about ten years old. Like everything she will die. I abhor the fact that one day we will be separated. But I believe Perdita lives
Mum went into hospital on Tuesday for her leg to be re-operated on. Her femur which she shattered in December was still not healing and a bone graft was called for. It has been an incredibly tense, stressful time. Because of this, I have not written a blog this week. Instead I will be sharing
