I am still alive, dear friends…
First of all- so sad to hear about the untimely death of Phil Hughes, Aussie cricketer… As our favorite cricket enemies, we love to hate the Aussies. But we don’t really hate them- they provide for good sport- they are a great nation… So my real heartfelt condolences and prayers to his family, friends and fans.
Secondly: today my eldest son is finishing his 12 year sentence of hard labor at the school benches. It seems like just the other day that we went to enroll him in the primary school. And now… just one last examn paper to write, and it is all over…
Thirdly- My daughter is also on final approach for her degree in Graphic Design. They are working under immense pressure to finish their last assignments. Yesterday she was the passenger in a huge accident, involving two trucks on the highway. She is ok, but badly shaken. And she says this is the second accident in 5 days that she has been through… it really gets to a dad’s heart- so glad she is alive, but worried about all this life threatening experiences- could she not rather go bungy jumping or parachuting?
Fourthly- it is very busy times around here- in two hours time I have to conduct yet another funeral. We deal with such extreme variety in life experiences. Like yesterday afternoon I married a beautiful young couple beneath a huge Marula tree in the bush. From weddings to funerals in 16 hours’ time…
And lastly, in no particular order- I am having serious connectivity issues on the Net. Uncapped but shaped internet does have it’s drawbacks, the ISP says our family has used 100 Gig of data in November, and now we are being choked during office hours- I can walk faster and deliver an old time letter, than sending an email during office hours… That really is ruining my blogging as well. Together with the stressed out to the max times in our family with all the life changes.
I forgot- the youngest is finishing Primary School tomorrow, it is also a huge milestone in his life. So three of my four children are finishing their current life phases… and I am getting old…
Or not- just have to find more time and money for petrol for my motorbike, then I will be Born to be Wild…
(where did all the data go? My third child showed me how to get old movies on the internet. And now I am enjoying Easy Rider, and Mad Max, and Cannonball Run again… It is never too late to have a happy childhood…
The Rider 
We in Australia are saddened by the loss of Phil Hughes. On the same day A poor chap from Mt Gambier in South Australia lost his mother, wife and both his children in a road accident. How devastated is his life. his loss reached the news for one day.
Kids are great. We have 3 granddaughters now and love to see them growing up. they just live a bit far away.
Mad Max. I have a photo of My Vstrom next to the supercharged falcon from the original film. It sits outside the Silverton Hotel where some of the movie was filmed.
Julle is nog jonk!! Nog nie eers een kleinkind nie!! Geniet die lewe en wens all daai wenners geluk met hulle oorwinnings!! 😉
Baie eindes, baie skokke… Bly dit gaan goed.
Baie geluk met die kinders se mylpale … Die flieks vat baie data dink ek.
Everyone’s family grows up and leaves ’em, Vosper; you should be grateful yours is normal, mate …
It’s so terrible about Phil Hughes. We’re all stunned: how can this HAPPEN ? I feel dreadfully sorry for the bowler, too: he probably feels like a murderer, the poor boy.
Which “Mad Max” ? – if it’s the original, both Stringer and I worked on the film crew: he shot all the publicity stills and I did Continuity …
hi M-R- missed you! Which Mad Max? All three, actually, but watched the first one last night…
Well, that was the one Stringer and I worked on. The entire crew had a terrible time, because the bloody Director was a newbie, thought he knew everything, never accepted the advice of his crew … and NEVER thanked us for making his film for him. But there I go – whingeing again. Apologies, Vosper !
You do have a marvellous family, you and your beautiful wife …
Glad that everything is still OK. Yes, today our children are here, tomorrow they fly away on their own …
Welcome back sir – missed ya.