With all the stress and stupidity that I’ve had to deal with lately I have totally forgotten to mention that the boys and I are jetting over to Cape Town. Oh happy days!

I don’t really know what to expect. It’s been four years, there is some random stadium being built, friends of mine have partners, husbands, kids I’ve never met as well as some with kids who will have grown up a wee bit. Not to mention my sister and my lovely niece and nephew! It’s all very exciting stuff.

My skin will be layered in factor 1 billion to compensate for the total lack of sun over the past 4 years. Especially seeing as everyone over there has just gone through a whopper summer (or so I hear). Major tan envy!

Lil fella has been trying to practice his South African accent. Walks past me the other day….
‘Howzit, Ja” he said
‘Huh? What the heck was THAT’ I asked, confused by the geezer-slash-twang-mixed-with-bad-hollywood-version-South-African accent.
Sounding slightly put out, he replied, ‘Mum, I’m doing South African…. Touch, pause, ENGAGE!’
‘Oh no no no, I don’t want to engage!!!!..’ I yelled as a 10 year old ball of fury came hurtling toward me.

A few minutes later from the lounge floor I looked over at the mini-Saffa.
‘Boy, you are South African. You don’t have to pretend.’
‘But Mum! I sound so ENGLISH! I can’t arrive there sounding English!’

Heaven forbid.

We all have our own ways of preparing for a holiday. Now if you’ll excuse me I have a vat of sun cream to pre-order for pick up on arrival…