Things Are Brighter Now!

Hi everyone, my wife and commander has just finished brightening up my blog. I like it – easier on the eyes and when all’s said and done, the old quote ‘a change is as good as a rest’ always rings true. The elephant background served me well but had become somewhat tiresome and sombre looking, so here we go with a fresh start; hopefully, the writing matches up.

Something about a little boy’s travels springs to mind...

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A small leap forward with An English Boy’s Wanderings in Africa...

 ... Took me quite some time to settle in at Mashaba Primary School, but now I had friends, three of them and as a unit, the four of us became inseparable. After school, we met at Bob’s house; me, Bob, Willie and Junior, plus three Persian cats, an owl chick called Spook who always wanted feeding and whatever else we had taken into custody, rescued or traumatised via various methods of capture. Then there was Bob’s Grandmother, Granny Fleming; a dour, but lovely, grey-haired Scot who sergeant-majored the Sunshine Club on a Tuesday afternoon. Religious instruction had long since become her forte. Bob’s Mum played the piano and trotted out her music for us to infect with our singing. Jesus Wants Me for a Sunbeam and My Cup is Full and Running Over were hot favourites; and if sung with fervour would guarantee a sneak peek into Heaven, or at least give access to Granny Fleming’s homemade lemonade and rock buns festooned with raisins, cream and finally, a dollop of Granny’s strawberry jam with the strawberries still in it – so we all sang our little hearts out, devoured the buns and lemonade and piled into the front room for fear of missing Superman on the radio...

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