Random thoughts of a happy brain damaged ex actress… Me!
The older one gets, the faster time seems to move! I remember my thirtieth birthday party. And that was twenty-two years ago. Twenty-flipping-two years ago! But I remember it clearly. So clearly. Shirley Johnston is one of my closest friends. When I was playing in Camelot we used to share a lift to the State
Three months down the line, what differences has having my second CI made to my life? Let me tell you a story! I used to have a great voice. It was clear, strong and true. (Hmmmm, okay, so modesty might not be one of my strong points, but with brain damage, one always tends to
Norene Blom lives in the flat opposite me. She is a lovely girl with a sparkle in her eye and a ready smile. I like her! Whenever I go away, she very kindly “bird-sits” for me. Spencer, my cockatiel, can be an extraordinary pain. Whenever a “new” person is in his vicinity he shouts loudly,
Dogs are amazing beings. Every night I take off my hearing appliances and go back to being as deaf as 43 doornails. Perdita, my dog, somehow senses this and from the moment my hearing appliances gets put in their box, I have one incredibly avid guard-dog, sensitive to all the night sounds. It was about
I was standing outside the front gate waiting for my lift to arrive. It was a beautiful, crisp winters day. The sky was that “South African” blue. I can’t think of a better word to describe it – South African blue. Come to South Africa merely to see the skies. They are like no other!
While in Cape Town I had lunch with an old friend of mine whom I hadn’t seen for simply ages. It was so good seeing Susan Danford once more. I was reminded of how much I like her! She told me of this class that she and a friend organised for underprivileged women. They all
“Ohhhh, CJ, help me! Please, please help me!” I mutter as I charge to my phone. This is a scenario that Perdita, my dog, and Spencer,my cockatiel, my “children” are well accustomed to in my apartment. CJ is my Computer-Whizz and friend and is called upon to help this computer illiterate person – often! CJ
During my childhood, at Christmas time we went to the yearly pantomime. The delight of watching the stories of Peter Pan, Aladdin, Snow White, Cinderella and Jack and the Beanstalk unfolding before us was an enchantment I will never forget. I remember thinking: “One day I will be up there. I am going to become
I have to tell you about Pandora, my yellow cockatiel. I got her when she was 6 weeks old and I adored her. At this time, I lived in Durban in a block of flats that did not allow dogs but they said ‘yes’ to birds and that is how Pandora came to live with
“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
