Friday, March 30, 2012


Ten of us sat around a table yesterday and had lunch. A Viljoen kind of lunch - it lasted from noon until early evening. I looked around at these people I work with and I felt love for each and every one of them. Who would have thought that there was enough room in one woman's heart.

Gave the guys a lift down to Long Street in the rain - French Festival!
Fifteen minutes later I got a call: Madame - are you home, are you safe?