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How time flies…

Yes I know, I’ve been really bad. It’s been ages since I wrote a blog, despite drafting a whole range of stories, life has consumed most of my free-time. Modern day living (not that I can compare it to any other form of living) is just so fast-paced, that at times I’m quiet happy to vegetate in front of the TV. Now that we are in mid April, with the national elections looming (and the DA is seriously pissing me off with calls from call centres and SMSes in the middle of the night), complete plans disappearing (anyone think they’ve been abducted by Aliens) and with THAT trial coming to an end, there is enough material to write about. However, the ability to find the creative time is what is so challenging.

I fear for the kids of today – it’s this life that forces them into a performance model, no matter what. You remember the old days when we were at school – assuming that if you are reading this you are over 35. Do you remember when we had “special” classes, when the kids who plugged a standard more than twice were moved into? Socially, we may have been mean to them by calling them horrible names, but what was our defense against someone who was 3 years older than us in the same standard? Special classes just seemed to have disappeared as did the pupils who were confined to them. I wonder where some of those kids ended up? Did they ever “reach their full potential” as is the precursor today for to determine if your child being misdiagnosed with ADD/ADHD? Did they disappear because some PhD’s decided that it would be better to socially group them in one environment? Maybe name calling by your peer group isn’t as bad by being called names by the “normal” kids? Time has been consumed by having to protect my kids (but that is material for another story).

Time … so precious when used correctly.


Bang! Bang! Maxwell’s silver hammer ….

I’m on a quest: to find a restaurant that can live up to it’s reputation. These are going to be quick posts, because the less I have to think about them the better:

7:05pm Arrive at Thomas Maxwells. It’s fairly full. We are promptly seated

7:25 Order starters and main – stock standard menu items – Fried Camembert and Steak Tartare

7:55 Call the maitre d’ to enquire where the hell our starters are …

7:58 Starters arrive – seriously: 40 minutes for a bit of fried cheese and some raw mince …

8:15 Starter finished ….

8:30 Nothing ….

8:45 Excuse me, can you tell me where our main is?

8:57 Mains Arrives

9:00 Mains sent back – a medium to well done steak that arrives and is meant to be medium rare … this is a rookie mistake, I think my 7 year old boy could have prepared a better steak.

9:01 Wine is finished and we haven’t even started main – and this is supposed to be one of the top restaurants in Johannesburg?? Oh dear, maybe it was just “one of those nights”…

9:15 Seconds out! Round number 2 : Mains arrive … again. With apologies that “we will be sorted out” – I’m thinking “Oh crap, they going to call in bouncers?”, but no – desserts wine and desserts will be on the house. I’m dreading the fact that we may have to wait an hour for that… Steak was mediocre. Couldn’t get through the 2nd round of creamed spinach, butternut and chips (Butternut and Spinach??? Is this a canteen or a fancy restaurant, I double check, but yes still at Mr. Maxwells Bistro).

9:45 Mains removed and complimentary dessert and ports delivered.

9:50 Maitre d’ informs us that the wine will also be on the house!

10:00 Dessert removed and cup cakes delivered. Yes cup cakes – as a farewell gift? As a peace offering? Not quite sure.

10:05 Being avoided by all and sundry, we leave. Did we vow never to go back? Nope. Will we go back? No. In their defence, they knew they cocked up and tried to make ammends. Maybe it is just that we are quite demanding, but I don’t think so – maybe it’s just that consumers today accept mediocrity and are too afraid to complain.

Our quest continues…