Everything has managed to stall this blog today. Firstly I was exhausted from my first night at Sexpo and then there has been internet trouble the whole day so let?s hope that this post happens at some point today. I really have to rest as much as possible today because I can?t lie that my […]

I woke up to the little voice of my nephew saying "Ssssh, Aunty Jo is sleeping!" Alright, he was shouting it about a baby step away from me, but I can't deny that isn't not a precious way to wake up. The downside is that by aching back was too sore to even stretch out […]

I have always had the strangest relationship with the Afrikaans language. I considered it to be my least favourite subject in school, which is an absolute lie because everyone knows that maths takes that award hands down. I say that I can't speak a word of it, but that's only because ?I think that I […]

I need tea ... it's always a clear indication of my blogging state when I have at least 3 hot cups of tea during my spontaneously free writing spree. I battle to distinguish between excitement and being petrified sometimes. It always hits me in the stomach and sends waves and anxiety and these false signals […]

I get sad about my father at the strangest times, but the most I miss him is when I experience something beautiful to eat. My dad had a passion for food and everything he ate was an experience. Greggie has the same nature and today that very passion was mingle with my father's favourite food […]