As promised last week, this is a special blog post as translated to me by the doggies – they don’t speak person very well, it’s mainly Minions-style mumbles. The experience they’d like to share all relates to a package that was delivered especially for the two of them. And so, without further ado, see their thoughts below on the special Hill’s Ideal Balance Food and Hill’s Lazy Bed pouch they’ve been trying out for a few weeks…
Show this blog post to your furry critters. If they tell you they would also like to try the Hill’s Science Plan or Ideal Balance foodies, or even the Hill’s Lazy Bed pouch or the giant pillows for bigger doggies, try your nearest vet shop or contact Hill’s directly by clicking here.
That’s all, folks… Bassie and Bertie would love to try other treats and doggie goodies, let me know if you’d like to get in touch with them and I’d be happy to translate on your/their behalf. 🙂
How do you celebrate working your final Sunday shift? With a sundae, of course. A ‘Sunday sundae’, if you will. And I knew just the one I wanted when the time came to celebrate this exact event. See, when my not-quite-was-and-now-never-will-be boss told me I absolutely HAD to try the Mondiall chocolate sundae for dessert as part of our team dinner I blogged about a few weeks ago, that sundae was so good it left chocolate squiggles on my heart that have been flowing since then. Almost like a vampire’s blood lust. And sticking with the monster theme (I have purple hair, I’m allowed), the fact that my last attempt at photographing it was a no-go meant I repeated ‘Mondialllll chocolate sundaeeee’ almost zombie-like each time Husband asked what I wanted as a treat. So, I present to you…
The Mondiall chocolate sundae. Best Sunday sundae ever.
And was it good? Was it ever. Absolutely worth the R45 price tag, and the fact that Husband could sip a draught beer in the sunshine while live jazz music smoothed us from stressy Sunday morning into soothed Sunday evening made it all the better.
But of course, that’s not all we did this weekend. In fact, my weekend was Friday and Saturday, seeing as I was working Sunday. See my other weekend highlights below, such as reliving my best French toast breakfast experience…
Friday, 19 September 2014: Best French toast at Cassia, Nitida with parents
Saturday, 20 September 2014: Breakfast at Damhuis in Melkbos, traintripping, Table Mountain gazing
Sunday, 21 September: Doggie naps and Husband’s haircut
No sunset pics this week alas, will atone for the lack in next post, hopefully. Over and out kids, I know I’m not the only one who is exhausted by public holidays in the middle of the week. Enjoy the coming weekend!
Nothing warms frosty fingers more than spreading them around a hot cup. And my fingers have been more than a little frosty lately. So while it’s no secret that I love coffee, any hot drink will do at the moment. And not just for instant heat. See, even on the steamiest day you’ll find me pouring vast quantities of hot liquid down my gullet. I wouldn’t say it’s a caffeine addiction, as I can get by just fine on decaf… as long as my first liquid intake of the day is coffee. Ultimately it boils down to the fact that the day hasn’t really started until I’ve had at least one cuppa. Wise folk always comment that you’ll never be truly happy until you learn to appreciate the small things in life, and while they’re usually referring to things that are free, there’s no denying the satisfaction of breathing deeply from a freshly brewed, prettily cupped cuppa joe. That’s why I had cup after cup last weekend and they sure did make me happy, as you’ll see below.
But don’t fool yourself into thinking the fun stopped there, as Sunday was also Husband’s half birthday! Here’s a reminder of why we celebrate half birthdays in our household, and some snaps of the day…
Saturday, 19 July: Breakfast at Hillcrest Estate, drinks at Brazenhead in Big Bay, coal collecting in Blouberg, scones at the nursery
Sunday, 20 July: Breakfast at Inside, Eden on the Bay, dog walks on the beach and half-birthday celebrations
That’s all for now, folks. I’m currently enjoying a mid-week ‘staycation’, so stay posted as I’m sure to put up some pics of my favourite moments from this week soon…
Ahoy, me mateys! 🙂 Yes, I’ve turned to Pirate Speak. Argh. Shiver me timbers (Alas, that’s all the Pirate Speak I know. If you have a few more catch phrases up your sleeve, please share with me so I can impress others when next I have a parrot on my shoulder.)
The reason for my twist to all things sea-wordy is because we were sea-worthy this past weekend. See, Husband has decided he is a budding fisherman. As such, we renewed his fishing licence (you can do so at your local Post Office), stocked up the inflatable boat with all sorts of fishing apparel (poles, boxes, hats, hooks, soggy bread and the like) and headed out to the open waters just in front of the Blue Peter in Big Bay. Because we do love to be beside the seaside. See below.
But the fun didn’t end there, oh no. We also took the doggies for a lovely long walk (bark in the park) in the marshy wonderland they’d not yet explored near McPhersons of the ‘Sunday lunch special’ I recently wrote about:
Then, just so I don’t disappoint all the foodie fanatics asking “Where are my weekly food pics?”, here you go: we bussed into town on Sunday morning and had a fancy brunch at Kloof Street House on Sunday. Not cheap by a long shot but worth most of the pennies as it’s a rather unusual venue with lots of nooks and crannies to explore while you wait for your gastronomic extravaganza to appear…
And of course that’s not even half of how we spent the weekend. We also napped with the doggies, watched some big bikes going around the track at Killarney Race track and snacked on imported goods from the UK Emporium. Amongst other things…
Looks like this weekend’s set to be another cold one so keep warm, kids!
When you first mention that you live in/are moving to the Western Cape, folk-not-from-these-parts treat you with suspicion. They’ll always end a grudging comment on the sunny summers with something along the lines of “But the winters? No thanks. The wind howls and it doesn’t stop raining for months and months and months…”
Truth is, they’re wrong. I’ve only lived in Cape Town a few fingers’ and toes’ worth of months now but I know Capetonians are excellent secret-keepers. Because the ‘months and months and months’ of solid rain and howling wind those folk from ‘Up North’ speak of? It’s more like a few days here and there. Broken by days of the most wondrous blue skies, sparkling seas and light breezes of excitement and hope that blow away any grey-thought cobwebs still hanging around.
This past weekend was one such weekend. The kind you think of when you hear the lyrics to ‘June Afternoon’ by Roxette (that’s pretty old school, I know). It was the “Wah wah, here comes the sun, playing in the park, never getting dark…” kind, with the magical sunset glow adding a special filter to everything. (I wasn’t the only one to think so – click here for proof).
And so, frolic in the winter sunshine we did. You’ll see there’s a natural sunny ‘haze’ in most of these photos, that’s what I’m talking about – sometimes a picture really is better than a thousand words when describing something.
See? Winter in Cape Town’s really not about gloomy grey skies and rainy moods. Well, not all the time.