Father’s Day last Sunday started with the daughter and two grand-girls bouncing into my bedroom to wake me up with a gift of a lovely bright LED lantern, and two cards from Jeneva as shown. The one, very much her own work, read:
To: The Best Grandfather in the world. Happy
fathers day Les. Thank
you fore being the coolest Les ever.
Thank you for everything you do for
me!. you melt my
heart: from Neevie
HAPPY father’s DAY Les
The other, in Afrikaans, and obviously a class effort at school:
Ek is lief vir Pappa
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Then we shot up to the Midlands just past Howick and overlooking Howick Falls, at Yellowwood Café, where we had a very good lunch. Much Better Half and I halved and shared dishes as we usually do for greater variety: asparagus pasta, and a cheesy dish with homemade bread, butter, jam and bacon.
Also overlooked were ponies, sheep and zebra, and a donkey gave Jeneva a bitten and bleeding finger in enthusiasm to be fed. She wept. We have warned her about holding her hand flat. No real damage done.
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