Nelson Mandela dies

December the 6th was officially the day that Nelson Mandela was declared dead. There are speculations that he actually died in June...but we won't go there. He was a good man, who tried hard for our country, and it was eye openeing to watch the movie on his life, based on his book, "Long Walk to Freedom" We will miss you Madiba!!

Driving through Pinetown on this memorable day to purchase a light cover for the diningroom light, at the duplex that I am renting, as my 13 year old decided to bounce a rubber ball in the house and subsequently smashed it to smithereens. This was two weeks after we had moved in. Now we are moving out, a year and a half later, and need to fix everything we broke...nothing else was broken thankfully.

Sitting at the robot, I had my window just a finger open. My mother had given me a beautiful gold chain for my 40th birthday, and it had been on my neck just over a month.
A tap on the passenger window,..
Somebody is trying to tell me something, I am looking at him and trying to figure out what he is saying, when I see a black arm reach into the car, and grab at my collar, he grabs and pulls, and scratches, he reaches down seemingly to try and pull my bra off as well. What is happening?? I am screaming in shock, over and over again. I am hooting too. The cars around me start hooting too.
The boy's face is contorted and nasty. Nobody is around to help, and the robot finally turns green. My legs are like jelly as I find myself driving off, looking to see that I still have my bag and phone. I realise that I am still screaming, but I cannot stop. Then I realise that my chain is gone....

Driving lessons..for the young adult.

Jessica is finished matric, and she passed with flying colours. She has decided not to go to the UK for a gap year with her girlfriend Michele, instead they are both taking a gap year in SA.  Strange, but true.
The girls both got part time jobs in a Blockbusters dvd rental store, and I am having to happily taxi them around everywhere until one of them manages to get their driver's licence. Hopefully soon.
Driving lessons have to be one of THE MOST stressful things to go through, not only as the pupil..but as the instructor. They should really get paid danger pay as well.
When my 18 year old asks for a lesson, I squirm inside, but never show it, no...one has to appear calm and in control of these sort of things. The 'pupil' must never know that you are actually terrified to get into the car with them in case they may write either the car, or both you and her, off.That thought must never enter the head of the pupil.
So...all smiles, and a confident, " Yes sure love, when would you like to go?"
Of course the answer is, " now?"
To which the anxious knot in one's stomache seems to twist a little tighter.
Generally a tranquillizer is required, but should you nothave one of these, then a stiff glass of something AFTER the lesson is more than adequate. So by the time you've gotten out the driveway ( you drove out the driveway), and swopped seats, your young adult is rearing to go. It takes a few minutes to get the hang of clutch control..before you're off with a hearty jolt. The trip around the block is going relatively smoothly, and you start wondering why you were so tense. The ride is quite smooth, and even the gear changes are going well. There's a stop street ahead, so you gently warn your young adult to slow down. The car seems to still be going at a good speed, so you shout, " SLOW DOWN! BRAKES!!!"CLUTCH AND BRAKES!!" The young adult looks panicked, and quickly does as she is told, but the car stalls, and cuts out....on a hill!
" HANDBRAKE UP!! .....
Very grateful for driving instructors, oh VERY!