Got up at 6.30 am to edit scripts. Fed cats. No presents from them. Little brats. Got uber to Rosebank as my car is in the shop and I didn’t feel like driving the husband’s car which is similar to a tank. I call it the pimp-mobile. Whilst in uber, got call from the Lastborn. […]
The Mother’s Day that was… Read More »
I was chatting to The Husband whilst we were enjoying a very nice glass of Gabrielskloof vino at Il Contadino on Sunday (another great place to get wine or bubbles by the glass BTW.) Me: why are we here? Husband *puzzled*: at Il Contadino? To have a glass of wine and a focaccia. Me: No,
It’s about the journey Read More »
This is true, on a personal level because really would you want to hang out with someone who doesn’t think much of you, who’s mean or critical or makes you feel bad about yourself? Actually, the weird answer to that is ‘sometimes we do’ especially if that’s what we grew up with because that is
What other people think of you is none of your business Read More »
Last week started off badly when we took Nigel along with Poppy to the vet for a routine visit. She has both anxiety and allergies, and Nigel just seemed a bit skinny. Some blood and urine tests later, we realised that Nigel’s kidneys were not in a good state, and he had lost a third
Prince Nigel is poorly Read More »
I didn’t believe people when they told me that I would get used to the empty nest AND even enjoy it. But the truth is you do get used to it. For example, you get used to not having to worry overly about supper. The husband flings a couple of chicken breasts into the airfryer,
The Worrying Is Forever Read More »
I came across the term radical self-acceptance this past week which really rang so many bells. The point of it, from what I can gather is that you may not like the way you look or something about your bod – and from what I can tell – even super models have bits of themselves
Radical self-acceptance and other fairy stories Read More »
Dear reader, last week I worked all hours god sent and was massively excited to get all my scripts submitted before we left for our whistle-stop tour to the coast which meant I had an ACTUAL weekend. Miraculous but true. I also turned down some work on the Thursday for which I think I deserve
In praise of time off Read More »
The TV writer lay on her death bed. Clustered around her were the writing team, many of whom she had taught and mentored over the years. She was moved to see them all gathered around her, keeping vigil. She waited expectantly for them to tell her how much she meant to all of them. She
Death of a TV Writer Read More »
What is that saying, dear Reader? The dead don’t know that they’re dead (hiiiiiii Sixth Sense), same same with the stupid. Something like that. And it is tragically very true. I think a great sign of intelligence is when you understand how little you do know and freely admit to it. I remember a very
Wrestling with a pig Read More »
Why is it, dear Reader, that one always gets a zit on one’s chin before an event? It really is one of life’s little mysteries. I am speaking of the zit I developed on my chin the day before the Royalty Soapie Awards. Our writing team was nominated but alas did not win, however two
Not Dry, Just Damp Read More »
