Monthly Archives: June 2012

Blood part 3: Blood will out

My father was quietly terrified of his Grandmother and was schooled by his mother into behaving impeccably around her. Latterly, she lived in a large house, on the outskirts of a golf course with her second husband, a solicitor named … Continue reading

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Blood, part 2

Back to grandmother Millie … she was petite, tiny in fact, slim, dyed blonde, smelled of expensive perfume, gin and cigarettes. She was a complex character. In the UK, she set up her front room full of African things, where … Continue reading

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Living in South Africa, with parents whose near and far roots were firmly planted in English soil, was always going to be a bit of a schizophrenic upbringing. An old boyfriend once asked me, “are you English or are you … Continue reading

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When I fall in love, I tend to do it fully, just as I do most things – properly or not at all. This leaves me with a bit of an issue now that my relationship has ended. I have … Continue reading

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