Home sweet home

As the fog rolled in yesterday afternoon, one of my neighbours pulled on long pants and snuggled into a jersey. An incredibly unusual event! With darkness looming, braais were circled on the street in front on my house. Flames engulfed the coals, beers opened, wine poured, and neighbours relaxed.
 

It was supposed to be as balmy as the previous two evenings but instead cold and eerie thick fog blanketing the evening. One should not complain about the middle of winter! Packs of children cycled, skated, shrieked, and terrified boys ran howling from kiss intense girls. Another night to remember!

This morning, nothing but a lone marshmallow on my lawn remained. Except of course for the unusual neighbourhood community spirit and friendship which continue to grow!

Sleepy

Tired, so tired...


I am not sure that one is allowed to be tired after 3 weeks of holiday. I should be refreshed and rejuvenated.

Then again last night was a little trying. We spent the evening with friends at a braai. Their house is high on a mountain and overlooks most of Cape Town. The view is awesome. Isabella found it all far too exciting and decided that sleeping was not for her.

Dinner was rather late in the evening, and so a very tired family excused themselves early from the fun and headed home. I mistakenly thought that sleep would revitalise me. Unfortunately between the house alarm going off twice, throwing the cats out of the house twice, Isabella waking once, and me waking a couple more times, sleep was not what one would define as sleep.

Could tonight be the answer?

So tired!