My aunt Terri and her hunk Leigh...On an unspecified day this week (I can’t be bothered to work out which day it was – I’m at home on maternity leave… I only know it’s weekend cos my husband is around ;) ) my beloved Aunt came to visit.
A more world-wise and wonderful lady you won’t meet in a hurry, she is the only person to ever say to me “Hurry up and finish feeding that baby… I feel a cuddle coming on!”
She has travelled the world, has sms’d me from the steps of the Taj Mahal, has fleed before tidal waves, and has even explored the dark underworld of Pinetown to visit her favourite niece (my sister is exempt because she is my aunts godchild ;) and my mother failed to provide us with another sibling to harass… anyway I’m not losing the plot I promise!... back to the blog…)
She arrived looking somewhat steamy - the temperature was at least 30 degrees C and the humidity added a further 8 degrees to that! She dived through my kitchen door into the air-conditioned sanctuary of my bohemian lounge. We yacked for ages, can’t tell you what we spoke about but I’m sure it was deeply philosophical and had nothing whatsoever to do with family gossip
Oh yes, I was sorely disappointed – I ran to the SPAR to get something nice for us to gorge ourselves on and as I was lovingly transporting a double chocolate and caramel swissroll to the pay counter, my Aunt showing spectacular psychic ability sent me a message saying “Don’t buy anything for me I’m on day 8 of a 10 day detox…I’m being good!” I stood with a long face and slowly replaced the cake on the shelf, now you have to understand, I am breastfeeding a little giant at the moment and that swiss cake had a purpose and a destiny – to move from my willing mouth straight to my hips.! Terri ruined that destiny, hope she can live with herself! Oh well, I’ll be able to fit into my size 36’s for a while then
Well, the last little bit of info re my fab aunt has to do with conscientiously watching the time…
I have a bright yellow clock in my lounge, and since the birth of my child I have watched it for meal times and departure times etc. and when my Aunt informed me that she had to leave after 2pm I looked at the clock and saw that it was 13:50 so we stepped up the conversation and kept an eye on the time… at 14:10 we stood up, said our goodbyes and she left in a swirl of pearls and perfume.
It was only at about 16:00 that I looked at the clock and realised that it was broken – it said 14:45. So I still don’t really know what time my aunt actually left, or how long it took for the clock to move from 13:50 – 14:10 might have been an hour! Not that either blonde beauty noticed haha. I messaged her to tell her and she laughed – she arrived in Umhlanga exactly on time.
Well, Terri you made it into my blog Thanks for being a lovely lady.
Big Love to Terri xx
Sands x
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