Christopher and his teacher Leanne on the Valentine's Day Picnic Day.
Christopher in Leanne's shoes. He loves trying on our shoes. I have to laugh at him when he tries to boat around in James' size 13s. Shoes and my faux pearls. The string of pearls is as long as he is tall and it is the funniest thing to hear his father giving him advice on not tripping over his pearls. He sometimes tries to pick up my handbag to complete the look- but that is too heavy for him.
Christopher and his best friend Nicolaas. Today when I fetched Christopher from school, Nicolaas was so upset that he was going that he sat down in the dirt and started to cry. Luckily I managed to console him and make a quick exit- but I felt awful as I had arrived early and had all these little faces staring at me from behind the little railing, their hands gripping it, all watching with longing in their eyes like little prisoners seeing one of their own going free. Some of them waved. It was too cute. Christopher could care less- he toddles off without a backward glance to go and find his juice bottle.
A phonecall to an old friend- I will be flying to East London on business- so hopefully will be able to see her. Linda is an old friend from varsity and I worked out that we have now been friends for just under half my life. She has been in Wales for the last few years and returned to live in South Africa recently- unfortunately- the wrong side of the country (13 hours drive!). How nice to be told that even if she cannot fetch me her family can- that they all remember me fondly and have a soft spot in their hearts for me! Especially considering that I last saw all of them over 10 years ago now. But the feeling is mutual. I have never felt so at home in a friends home as I did when I stayed with Linda and her family in East London. Perhaps I can even return the book that I borrowed all those years ago from her sister Renee- How to win friends and influence people...don't borrow books and return them...um...12 years later?
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