Category: the parenting bunny

Back to school, and Dads still don’t care

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South African children went back to school today, and Woolworths were quick to send out an email including some great ideas for lunchbox snacks:

lbsDid you get that? Yep – “moms will love them too”. Not dads though. Oh no. Dads want their kids to get as many added preservatives and artificial flavours down them as possible, because… because… well, I don’t know why any dad would want that, actually. 

Perhaps we should ask Woolies.

Because we’ve been here before with Woolworths, haven’t we? But evidently, old habits die hard and Dads just don’t count, even if they’re the ones making the packed lunches each day.

FFS. This isn’t the 1950s anymore. It’s 2014. Get enlightened. Don’t you think it’s about time we stopped stereotyping and used the term “parents” when it comes to those individuals charged with the responsibility of looking after children, instead of continually making the assumption that it’s just mom’s domain – an assumption that’s insulting to both moms and dads.

UPDATE: A tweet from Woolies:

Which is nice.

Slow puncture

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My bike seems to have a slow puncture. (If you’re wondering about me and cycling, you need to read here.) I say that because a few days ago, my back tyre wasn’t flat, and now it is. This isn’t a huge issue, because, for the moment, I can ride on it and then I can pump it up before I ride on it next time. This will, however, get rather irritating and I can see that I will have to repair the puncture. For this, I will require a puncture repair kit. And therein lies the problem. Because that means going to a bike shop and buying one.

But I’m not an expert on cycling and the people in the shop are. Not a good situation, because here’s what will happen (but with cycling terminology, obviously):

Even The Molton Brown Boys – who, admittedly, are more into cycling than I am – regularly dazzle me at dinner with their chat on what CO2 bombs and patching compounds they are buying these days (apparently, these are things that help repair punctures while “on the go”). I don’t need such fancy, schmancy stuff though. I just want something firm under my bottom, simple as. 

Careful now.

So, yes, I’ll go through the rigmarole of asking for a puncture repair kit. And I’ll get laughed at because I’ll choose the wrong polymer or the incorrect hardening agent. Bleugh.

In the meantime, I’ll be taking the boy out for another long ride this afternoon.

Punctures permitting.

Dat light

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As promised, we got up to the top of the newly refurbished Cape Agulhas lighthouse this afternoon.

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Here’s Instagram’s take on the 7.5 million candlepower light and lens.

The museum, small art gallery and tourist info places in the lighthouse building are simple, but informative and there’s a much more open feeling about the whole ground floor.
Upstairs, however, is as steep and as tight as ever, but if my daughter got up there when she was three years old, you have no excuse. 🙂