GRANNY Marge Sim writes:
Some thoughts, as I savour living in my townhouse on the edge of the Swartspruit on this wonderful Sunday morning, waking up to the sound of the birds singing, the sun shining, after a Saturday night listening to the doof-doof of what some might call music, or was that chanting, coming across the vlei from the guest house for something like seven hours.
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Still, it is now Sunday morning, lying in my warm bed with my doggy by my side, my mind running in thought, as I try to block out the putrid smell of sewage that I awoke to.
What a romance killer for that first time overnight guest, who was hoping to stay for a breakfast of bacon, egg and mushrooms, covered with the smell of sewage. Or perhaps that newborn child, suckling on mother’s breast, having to breathe through nostrils at the same time, wondering if this smell is mother’s perfume, as familiar as a used nappy.
What if a newly married couple, looking to purchase their first home together, viewing available townhouses on the edge of this vlei with this wonderful whiff of sewage?
Who could resist such a sale? Just sharing these thoughts on this wonderful Sunday morning.
