Just not normal. It's all really quite strange. Not only was yesterday quite chilly, as it is this morning.
Woolly slippers and fleece on a February morning in McGregor? Really?
Last night was the first, of I suspect, many more dinners with the president. He did lift a few restrictions: folk can return to the country's watering holes: natural, spiritual and brick and mortar. Translation: dams, seas, rivers, places of worship and, well, yes booze outlets.
We joined the president over our Monday meal. As has become custom, it was a vegan melange of Moroccan flavours with capsicums, carrots, chickpeas and coriander. All these were pulled together with a good dollop each of harissa and coriander pesto. My plan to do something (again) with samp and beans didn't happen, partly because I had leftover rice from another meal but mainly because soaking it fell out of my brain and that other dinner date.
The second wave has passed, but literally, like a tsunami, has left a trail of devastation and grief. It's just not normal.
I need to go back and check how many times I have used "unseaonal" in my posts in the last few months. It's the only constant, it seems...
Until next time, be well
Fiona
The Sandbag House
McGregor, South Africa
Photo: Selma
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