Dear Dairy
School continues. With diversions to YouTube and Minecraft. And hundreds of metres travelled between my office and the schooling station. I fear I might need a little whine tonight. Preferably red.
The highlight of my day was food parcels being dropped door-to-door and the safety of the droppees. Neither of whom have the luxury of red red wine. And dear dairy, before you feel miffed I might be trading allegiance, I only bought two bottles of Tangled Tree whereas I bought quite a few of your kin.
The highs and lows. The work and the kids. The bushveld and the Afrikaans online tasks. Khayelitsha vs suburbia. Perhaps the lines are less defined than you think with families quietly sighing in thanks for food drops in my street too.
My dear dairy, perhaps you are slightly more "common" than the Cab Sav. But it is a CHOCOLATE cab sav.
I find common ground everywhere these days - whether in Nkomazi or in my southern suburbs. In previous days we might have raised a glass to our beloved country. Perhaps (with the alcohol ban) we should heed the cry of our beloved country. Listen closer.
Salut Thursday.
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