5th April 2011

Opened the door at 6am....pigeon still there, bugger. So much for the magic disappearance theory. Back to the kitchen, twenty pick and pay packets and off we go. One pigeon in the wheely bin. Done, who needs a fella in the house, not me, not me. Especially when all the fellas I know probably wouldn't deal with the pigeon either. Oh where have all the real men gone?  Dangerous topic I'm assuming Dr Watson. What am I on about this evening, clearly a ramble is on the cards. Thats just peachy.peachy. peachy. The quarter bottle of spaghetti bolognese red wine is screaming so loudly from the fridge I will have to turn up the music...I is not a drinker no more, although I often wonder why impose these rules on myself when it doesn't really seem to make a bit of difference, except that I'm in "control of my life" what a ludicrous concept. And so I best be moving onto the topic at hand at hand? is that right, shouldn't it be in hand, or is that birds in a bush..blah de blah blah blurgh. Craziness looms this evening after over thirty years of dissapointment in the human race, they are soveryveryvery dissapointing and predictable. Readingthepaperscouringtheinternetwatchingthenews, all sad storys so many deaths today. So today in protest to the sad and bad news I am going to choose a story from one of those newspaper "girly sections", what is the point of those  "girly sections"? who reads that? They talk about the empty nest syndrome. Personally I am going to get in my campervan (not yet aquired) and drive until I can't any more, pull over and take my Absolut vodka out the freezer, my article on budget family meals for under R25 from the "girly section"...Empty nest, what empty nest?

How to cope when your kids leave home

Right up until the day her son left home, 57-year-old Soweto community worker Sibongile Mkhwanazi prayed that he would change his mind. She was afraid that he would not cope on his own, especially as he had a medical condition that she had dutifully managed for years.

When my daughter left home, I would sometimes wake up during the night feeling very empty. At weekends, I would hide myself in the house drowning myself in cleaning and cooking.