Rob in the ‘Hood: Feel good factor is back in town
The Beloved Country has a myriad of unfathomable problems, but the weather is not one of them.
Greetings friends. Is it me, but I’m feeling the heat already. The world seems a better place now that spring is here. Think it’s safe to say that we may put away our winter woollies.
By our local weather standards, this winter was a ‘killer’, but I always temper my judgment by recalling waiting for the bus in Manchester, on a dark winter’s morning, perishing cold, and nought for your comfort. The Beloved Country has a myriad of unfathomable problems, but the weather is not one of them.
The Social Scene
The social scene here is definitely on the up. Moondeckers came and went; by all accounts a great time was had by one and all, some 50-plus moon-worshippers there to take in a glorious full moon. T’is said that little things mean a lot and Moondeckers get-togethers are very much a popular event.
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The pace of socialising continued with the Shafts annual putt-putt competition at Saints View, Uvongo. It wasn’t quite Ryder Cup standard but who can name any golfer playing 18 holes and carding a 55, including FIVE holes-in-one? Congrats to winner Barrie Willis and runner-up Roy Nolan. I should add that it was my first ‘go’ at putt-putt since the summer of 1963 in Torquay, Devon.
Somebody Up There Likes Me
A few weeks back I lamented the demise and disappearance of a certain English brown sauce from our local supermarket shelves. A few readers messaged me offering condolences and some consolation, adding that they had discovered a substitute sauce, which is fine, but…I’m a bit of a a League of Empire Loyalists when it comes to HP Sauce, and really there’s no substitute for the real thing.
Withdrawal symptoms aside, I was beginning to resign myself to never tasting my beloved HP Sauce ever again, until I received a message from a dear friend in Umhlanga. “Rob, I don’t know if you are interested, but I came across a bottle of that brown sauce you like. It was in a supermarket here. I’ve bought a bottle for you. If you don’t want it, no worries, I’ll keep it.”
Two days later I was on my way to Umhlanga and, just to make sure it was not a hoax, I called by the said supermarket. And there they were, bottles of my favourite sauce calling out: “Here I am; buy me; I’m all yours!” It was case of Friends Reunited, me ‘n HP were back in business. It was like we had never been away from each other; a love like no other rekindled. I think I can now say that me and HP will be together for a long time to come.
The Waiting Is Over
After a far-too-long lull, and having to make meaningful conversation about nothing with the CO over everyday life in SA, serious topics of discussion in our home have been resumed.
The CO, it can be happily reported, has reignited her enthusiasm for the English Premiership football season recommencing after the international break.
All those ‘Come on, You Blues’, ‘City, City, I Love You’ are the buzzwords doing the rounds in our place.
The peace and tranquility of the neighbourhood have been shattered with cries of ‘offside’, ‘ref, are you blind?’
The CO is once again in her element, as I wait on her hand and foot for 90 minutes. Life as we knew it is back to normal.
This coming weekend, the CO will be glued to the television to watch Liverpool take on the mighty Manchester City.
I once told the CO that the first prize in life was to marry a Manchester City supporter. She was not amused. Second prize, you ask? To marry a Liverpool or Manchester United supporter!
See you, Rob.
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