I guess this blog has been sadly neglected, which I guess means I need to figure out, again, what it is that I want to do with it. The original idea – what was that, again? – has clearly run out of steam, and I haven’t been able to come up with a better one. Like, you know, blogging about earthworms (I see Hamlet, holding aloft poor Yorick’s skull) or postage stamps (remember those?) or sex in the sixties (you figure that one out).
But for now, as a sign of my utter lack of imagination, I will use this blog as a notice board. Guess who’s coming to dinner?
Jonathan and Hayley, that’s who: my son, who lives in the UK these days, and his partner, who was born there.
They will be here for several dinners, in fact, between tomorrow and next Friday. No doubt some wine will be consumed, and (now that the goddamn weather has got its act together) braais (I don’t have to call them barbecues, do I?) will be eaten. Starting, maybe, tomorrow evening, with my famous (in Marchmount Road) smoked and smokey Cuban pork ribs. And two ducks, waiting. And Canadian salmon. And….well, we will talk, too, no doubt, and have a few laughs, a few serious moments, and I (I mean Rob and I) will get to know Hayley, too, even better.
I can’t wait to see them.