Feast, famine and Goldilocks

Feast, famine and Goldilocks

 In all my years of running a business, I have never been able to understand the “it never rains but it pours” phenomenon. It seems that there is never any happy medium when it comes to how busy one is, or in your flow of customers. In my world, that translates into...
A space of comfort.

A space of comfort.

This week, I am lucky enough to be writing the blog from the bush. I’m looking out over the Crocodile River. It is wonderfully quiet, except for a chunky hippo grunting loudly, and I can smell Africa at her absolute finest. My hair is wild. I did not pack any make-up,...
From Pistorius to Palliative care

From Pistorius to Palliative care

When I see the date, “14 February” I think of three things: Obviously, St Valentine, the Roman priest who secretly married Christian couples to avoid the young men going to war, and who was martyred and killed because of it. I also think of Oscar Pistorius and the way...
Juniper the unicorn.

Juniper the unicorn.

Certain things in life are binary. You either like Marmite, or you only eat Bovril. You are either an Android person, or you are loyal (usually incredibly so) to Apple. I don’t know anyone who does not have strong feelings about coriander. You either love or hate it....
Uncle Shirish’s story

Uncle Shirish’s story

I admit that I, perhaps like like many of you, am disillusioned and frustrated with the very people who liberated this country. In my view, there is little difference between the nationalist government of old and the new ANC party. Both were/are divisive, unethical...