Month: November 2011

Project paralysis

Tied to a Chair

Image Details: ‘Tied to a Chair’ by Hanna-, via Flickr.

Twitter keeps happily reminding me how many days/hours it is until Christmas. As I have mentioned countless times on here, I love Christmas. Nothing pleases me more than rebelliously putting the Christmas tree up in the last couple of days of November. Any excuse to adorn the house with tinsel and yet more fairy lights is a good one, in my book. Unfortunately, all this talk of festive cheer and my very exciting but imminent return to the UK for a Costa minty hot chocolate and a decent curry is getting a bit stressful. How so? I hear you cry. Well, because I am suffering from another craft-related phenomena. One I shall call ‘Project Paralysis’.

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Lest We Forget

Lest We Forget - RBL poppy appeal

Image Details: ‘Lest We Forget’ by macspite, via Flickr

Today is Remembrance Sunday, which isn’t anywhere near as big an occasion in SA as it is in the UK.

I have some great memories of selling poppies as a teenager. Getting to the Legion as soon as the doors were open so we could get our box of poppies, blagging the taxi drivers at the taxi rank to buy car poppies and chatting to older people as they stopped to donate and pass comment on how smart we looked in our uniforms. Going back to the Legion at lunchtime, absolutely freezing, to get some sweet tea and a pastie from the ladies who would be helping out there and to thaw out a bit, because the heating was always on full bat. I also remember further back, watching the Festival of Remembrance with my Grandad as a child. He was in the Merchant Navy during the war, and was torpedoed twice. Unfortunately this earned him a reputation as a bit of a Jonah!

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At the drop-off

I’m not talking about WW2 D-Day, although I am reasonably sure I could tenuously link something to do with craft to this event if need be. The D-Day I am referring to is ‘drop-off day’, which was Thursday gone for me and my Volvo full of swag. Yes, it’s true, we have a Volvo. Not sure how or when I fell from the grace of having a Mini Cooper S to the wagon of choice for the ageing middle lane hogger, but it seems to have crept up on me in its headlights-on-all-the-time, heated seated glory. Normally, having such a sensible car would cause me to drive it like I stole it, however the Limpopo traffic police are particularly officious and will take any excuse to pull you over and try to relieve you of a little ‘pocket money’. They do this even when you aren’t speeding, which isn’t really cricket in my opinion, although you have to admire their optimism. Anyway, back to the matter in hand.

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