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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