Working 9 to 5

Hermann has a job. Yippee. Even better - he gets to work from home in SA. Double yippee. He's back working for Unilever. We're going to put the office in the kaya at the bottom of the garden. I've offered to bring him out his sandwiches at lunchtime - but you never know - I may just be having too much fun spending all his hard earned pennies.

Bunny Explosion 2

No sooner have we re-homed the baby bunnies then another 8 appear! Poor Bongile was pregnant only 2 days after giving birth the last time - phew - at least this should be the last batch as Phumuzile has now had her vasectomy!

Anya's Room

Mum - this blog entry is just for you. Here are a couple of photos of Froonchen's room, now that it has been decorated properly.

Eating in Bed

There aren't many restaurants around, that give you blankets to keep you warm on a cold night. It was freezing on Donna's last day in Durban when we decided to go to Moyo at the beach front. It was a howling gale outside but we were toasty and warm under our Besotho blankies. Even more bizarre, we were entertained by some Zulu men dancing in kilts. It was a blast from the past - the last time I saw blokes doing Impi in kilts was at my wedding.

Bunny Explosion

Phumuzila has turned out to be a little boy - and Bongile has 6 babies to prove it. They were born 2 weeks ago - 4 mini Phumus and 2 mini Bongiles! I want to keep them all but I think Hermann is going to make me take them to the pet shop. He has worked out that if we keep all the babies we could have over a 1000 bunnies a year.

Anyway, we picked the babies up for the first time today - their eyes have opened and they are now crawling about their little nest. We haven't named them yet, so please post all your suggestions - names such as Stu, Hotpot and Casserole will of course be ignored!

Is it a bird, is it a plane.....

No - it was Hermann, Rosie and Donna swinging through the trees at the Karkloof Canopy Tour! This was the highlight of our holiday - 3 hours of sliding down wires in between some very large trees. Also in our group was a film crew who were making a documentary on adventure sports in SA. They were under strict instructions not to film me, as I didn't fancy any shots of my arse disappearing through the trees, making it onto the telly. The slides were quite scary especially as I wimped out on the first big slide and put the brakes on. This meant I got stuck half way along and had to haul myself over to the other side - good exercise for the bingo wings but totally knackering. I also confess to having a small case of separation anxiety as the Froonchen had been left back at camp, but I needn't have worried as she hadn't even noticed we'd gone.