This is Africa

Africa and especially South Africa is a land of contradictions. One foot in the first world and the other still stuck firmly in the third it does lend itself to finding the funny in unexpected places.

Boneless bananas

And innovation, we no longer have to deal with those pesky little bones in our bananas, being a Banana Republic does realign priorities 🙂

Store closed

African logic from the Meneja himself!

Money where has it been

Crime is so bad in Africa that people carry their money in their underpants!

World Trade Centre

And some traders suffer from delusions of grandeur Mugabi style

Operating hours

Trading hours Africa time, for the non-South Africans it reads:

Times: 9 till fed up although “gatvol” is a much baser more descriptive word.

 

Kak restuarant

 

Not the best choice of name for a restaurant, wonder how popular they are?

 

Facebook

 

The internet is everywhere –  cyber cafe township style!

 

Eliminating darkness

 

There’s that innovation again – remember we gave the world Mark Shuttleworth!

 

Out of order

 

Translating directly from Afrikaans to English can convey a completely different message.

 

Circumcision

 

Cutting edge skills are widely available

 

Slaapstad

 

And finally one for my hometown, it’s not called “Slaapstad” for nothing.

Slaapstad is a play on the Afrikaans name for Cape Town – Kaapstad and means sleeping city.

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Advertisers, who’s your target market?

The latest television advertisement for Handy Andy Cream has me wondering who the product’s target market actually is. If they are aiming the product at pre-teens then their message might still be credible but most adult women know that fairy tales are just that … fairy tales.

What woman wants a prince on horseback to arrive at her castle and show her how to clean it? For heaven’s sake, an adult woman can find better use for a prince on horseback, like most women she has probably already kissed her fair share of frogs.

And then there’s the Comfort Fabric Softener advert with all those silly animated people floating around blissfully because their clothes smell so good even after hours and hours of wear … Really?

I know that in these enlightened times it’s not just women who do housework and laundry but I don’t think these ads were aimed at men either.

So do the advertising intelligentsia really believe that woman make purchase decisions based on such inane adverts or do they think our pre-teen children tell us what to buy?

Then there’s the totally ridiculous advertisement for something I cannot remember because the irritation level of the ad blocks out the message where the little boy in the back seat of the car loses his ice cream from the cone and his mother says “Don’t worry Nunu, mommy will just have to buy a new car”!

I definitely build up resistance to the brands that insult my intelligence in this way and I am sure I am not alone.

The ad agencies who get paid mega bucks to come up with these really pathetic attempts at marketing should hang their heads in shame.

I tried to find Youtube videos of these ads but they have not even made it there.

Trying to be positive

I am trying very hard to steer away from negative posts because I feel like I really need cheering up. However this blog is as much for me to deal with the issues facing me and the emotions they evoke so maybe the next post will be the positive one.

Health wise I am still struggling with severe IBS brought on my all the stress, sometimes the pain is so bad I just can’t sit at my desk any longer and have to go and lie down. A side effect of constant pain is that it drains you of energy and my battery is not holding a charge lately.

Over the Hill

Apart from the work stress I am extremely worried about my daughter. I am happy that she is once again confiding in me and seeking support but it is frustrating not to be able to do anything practical to help her.  Her relationship has broken down irretrievably and her ex partner is being extremely unreasonable about access to their child. She has bent over backward to try and accommodate him but he continues to use emotional blackmail to wear her down and is verbally very abusive which upsets little T. She has put little T in day care 4 days a week so she can continue to work but in spite of the UK government making all the right noises about wanting people to get off benefits and go back to work it appears that she earns too much to qualify for tax benefits but too little to fund living expenses and childcare on her income. She is seriously considering resigning and going on benefits, the chap at the tax office actually suggested this to her!  But she does not want to live on benefits, she enjoys her job and little T has settled down very well with the childminder so it’s a Catch 22 situation. She says she wishes she could pack up and come home but knows that with a UK passport she has access to medical care and education at no cost and she has to be practical about what’s best in the long term. There is obviously a lot more to her situation for things to have progressed to this stage and yes, she made some bad decisions and has to now live with the consequences. There is no doubt however that she loves little T with every fibre of her being and wants to do what’s best for her. It’s heartbreaking that she is taking so much strain and I cannot help but worry about how this situation will resolve itself.

The funeral service for our neighbour yesterday afternoon was very well attended and the church was packed. Her husband gave a very honest and moving eulogy that must have been incredibly difficult, only cracking up a few times.  The service was good but both OH and I noticed that her son and daughter’s names and that of their partners were never mentioned, nor were they ever addressed personally by the minister. In most other funeral services the children of the deceased are acknowledged so we found that a bit odd.  The thing that cracked me up at the end was that she had chosen a piece of music to be played when her coffin was taken out of the church. After a very traditional Anglican service she had chosen “Listen to the music” by the Doobie Brothers. It summed her up so well, her way of putting people at ease, her sense of fun and love of life.

On the work front I emailed the powers that be and pointed out that the wrong person had been designated to sign my service provider agreement and they have acknowledged their mistake so now it’s just a case of forwarding my draft to them.

Sucking the life out of you

Long time, no post

Hello Blogland

 

Well it’s been a while since I blogged. I have been dealing with a few issues that have overtaxed my brain and resulted in me not being in a very good space.

 

I consulted my GP and got some new medication but have had to stop it because of the side effects (the story of my life) so I’m back to square one in that regard. I have also been having panic attacks and have some medication for that too. After months of uncertainty regarding my work environment I am all wrung out and mentally and physically exhausted.

 

Last week I was presented with a service provider agreement that was so badly thrown together and retrospectively dated that I refused to sign it. I was then asked to redraft it which I have done but now I have concerns about who has contractual authority to sign on behalf of the client and need to resolve this without making myself more of a pariah than I already am in some quarters.

 

Last week was very busy with meetings every day and not much time for office admin so there is a lot to catch up on this week. Also last week a very dear neighbour of ours passed away after a long battle with cancer. The funeral is tomorrow afternoon. This led me to question again if I should be sticking with this client and my current work or if it’s time to follow our dream and sell up and move to the country before it’s too late.

 

The exhaustion really caught up with me by Friday and after a full day we had tickets for the theatre. I could easily have stayed at home but having heard good things about the show we went along. It was Don’t Dress for Dinner at the Theatre on the Bay and it was good but I would have enjoyed it more had I not been so very, very tired.

 

Before the show we decided to have some pasta at Primi in Camps Bay, never again! The pasta that we have enjoyed at other branches did not taste the same but most annoying were the staff. It seemed like we could not go more than three minutes without someone coming to the table to ask how we were doing, it was beyond irritating. We had ordered a flat bread as a starter but did not finish it so asked for it to be put in a takeaway box. When the bill was presented to us we asked where our takeaway was and we were asked who we gave it to? Given the fact that about 6 different people came and went from our table I had no clue and told the waiter that and that the only person who had not come to ask how we were enjoying our meal was the car guard outside. Eventually our takeaway was “found” but minus a chunk so clearly someone else had designs on it.

 

We had such lovely weather this past weekend but all I did was watch TV, read and sleep. I wish I had had more energy to get out and enjoy the sunshine but my battery was well and truly flat.

 

 

For the senior citizens in blogland

Senior citizens are constantly being criticized for every conceivable deficiency of the modern world, real or imaginary. We know we take responsibility for all we have done and do not blame others.

ATT00009HOWEVER, upon reflection, we would like to point out that it was NOT the senior citizens who took: The melody out of music, the pride out of appearance, the courtesy out of driving, the romance out of love, the commitment out of marriage, the responsibility out of parenthood, the togetherness out of the family, the learning out of education, the service out of patriotism, the Golden Rule from rulers, the nativity scene out of cities, the civility out of behaviour, the refinement out of language, the dedication out of employment, the prudence out of spending, the ambition out of achievement or God out of government and school.

 

And we certainly are NOT the ones who eliminated patience and tolerance from personal relationships and interactions with others!! And, we do understand the meaning of patriotism, and remember those who have fought and died for our country. Just look at the Seniors with tears in their eyes and pride in their hearts as they stand at attention with their hand over their hearts! YES, I’M A SENIOR CITIZEN! I’m the life of the party……. even if it lasts until 8 p.m.

 

I’m very good at opening childproof caps….. with a hammer. I’m awake many hours before my body allows me to get up. I’m smiling all the time because I can’t hear a thing you’re saying. I’m sure everything I can’t find is in a safe secure place, somewhere. I’m wrinkled, saggy, lumpy, and that’s just my left leg. I’m beginning to realize that aging is not for wimps.

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Yes, I’m a SENIOR CITIZEN and I think I am having the time of my life! Spread the laughter Share the cheer. Let’s be happy while we’re here.

Milo loses his nuts

Today was the day that Milo lost his nuts. All went well and the patient is recovering at my feet in front of the heater as I type.

 

We were so impressed with Milo this morning when we dropped him off at DARG for the sterilisation procedure. There were a lot of other dogs and cats being booked in at the same time and all the big dogs were stressed, barking and whining with their tails between their legs. Maybe they knew something Milo did not … because he was as cool as a cucumber, tail up and wagging, greeting the other dogs in a friendly way but not hyped up either.

 

In an amazing coincidence one of his brothers was also getting the chop today and it was great to see the two together after nine months. Milo’s brother is taller than him but still looks a lot like him.

 

We went off to have breakfast and then spent the morning enjoying walking around in Hout Bay before collecting a very sleepy Milo just before 2 pm. Since he’s been home he has slept most of the time, had an early supper and straightened up his walking so he’s not all over the place like a “dronkie” anymore.

 

We have to keep him calm for three days and that could be quite a challenge as he and Ozzy love playing together, might have to keep them separate when we are not able to supervise. Ozzy was very excited to have Milo back home again but seems to understand that Milo needs peace and quiet and is lying quietly next to him under my desk.

 

The dedication and passion that the folk at DARG have for dogs and cats is admirable. Every dog or cat is seen as an individual, known by name and given a good chance of finding a new forever home. The t-shirt one of the staff was wearing this morning said it all “Rescued is my favourite breed”.