The Cape and Back …(1)

On Saturday 7 September 2019, I took the hour long flying trip from Port Elizabeth International to Cape Town International.

The incoming flight from Johannesburg International (Oliver Tambo International) was delayed and thus also my arrival in Cape Town. Not being allowed to drive, I am dependent on others for my transport. It is the single-most frustration that I experience as a result of my illness. Thank God for friends, family and Uber!

The purpose of my trip was manifold – a bit of leisure and a bit of pleasure, a bit of work and a bit of fun when the work was done!


So here we go …

The previous Friday evening, I attended Mr Pearson’s farewell Grey Junior Wine tasting.

Now, as the capital of “Wine-Tasting” ,  it was Cape Town’s turn …

Please fasten your seat belts and make sure that your tray tables are folded and your seats are in the upright position…


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To my sister, Ingrid (from the Norse meaning Fair, Beautiful)


It’s your birthday up in heaven

And I’m wondering what you’ll do.

Will there be a celebration

And some cakes to honour you?

Are the kitchen angels busy

Breaking eggs and sifting flour?

Is the angel choir practicing

As it gets closer to the hour?

Is there ice cream made from snowflakes

And some sweet things made from clouds?

Will it be just you and Jesus,

Or all the happy crowds?

I won’t be there to hug you

Or to count my many beers,

And I’m sure I’ll feel lonely

As I shed some birthday tears.

But I know your heavenly birthday

Will be your best one ever!

Just remember, I still love you –

On your birthday, and forever!


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My Desk

My desk was given to my grandfather Walter Charles Lunnon, Postmaster of Swellendam, on his retirement on 1 November 1923.

I subsequently inherited it.

Today I found this envelope in its bottom drawer. It is addressed to Mrs H Lunnon, my late mother (Doris) and is from Doreen, at 93, my last surviving Lunnon (now Volsteedt) aunt.

Doreen congratulates Doris on the birth of Junior, and mentions a present of a blue blanket from Doreen and Grandpa for the little one.

The letter is dated 18 September 1956.

So now I wonder where is my blue blanket.

Yes, that was my present. That is my birthday and I am Junior!

I wonder what happened to my blanket.