It’s a pleasant 28°C today, although the SouthEaster blowing through made me wonder if Lionel Ritchie was in Cape Town on the weekend back in ’77 when he wrote the hit Breezy Like Sunday Morning. Either way, it doesn’t remind me in any way, shape or form of the Decembers of my youth, but Kpu has been making use of the “rocky-beddy” (Hammock) to get some R&R in the back garden today. I’d have been hypothermic if I’d tried that when I was her age.
Dad’s job was to sit next to her like some sort of colonial servant and rock the hammock gently from side to side as she sang to herself and looked glamorous.
Tough life, hey?