I'm now in touch with wildlife. On Saturday morning when I walked onto my Sea Point balcony I saw a whale playing in the bay. En route to Pringle Bay past Gordon's Bay where the mountains appear like two protective arms holding the coast, we stopped along the way to look at two carbuncle-nosed whales squishing and squirting. I had mixed Martinis for our arrival at Pringle Bay as the fridge there takes an age to make ice and we always forget to purchase some along the way. Having just a sip each and munching on the macerated olives, we watched whales at play.
Although dead, the fish - broadbill swordfish, dorodo and Kabeljou at Hook Line & Sinker on Saturday night was so fresh it might still be considered Wildlife.
Sunday morning, while JP was mowing the lawn, I lazed in bed reading Jonny Steinberg's The Number about prison gangs. Absolutely riveting. As enjoyable but far less taxing is Robyn Cohen's hilarious account of her building renovations - Nearly Finished, which I'm also reading so that I can offer expertise and moral support to JP who is building a stoep onto his house. For now though I'm deep in bed, under the covers, with nothing but duvet between me and the world.
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