Frikkie encouraged me you know…to take steps to start new things in this post-new-age# end-of-the-world-apocalypse-now# follow-the-joy# time. It makes sense, now that the children are out of the house, there’s no one to embarrass.

“What you say Bok?”

The man mumbles, I’m always asking him to repeat himself.

He said he wants to read everything I write. Shame, Frikkie likes to correct me. He’s like my cultural diaphragm, keeping an eye and an ear out so that I don’t make any cultural, social, political, religious or food snob allegories or misappropriations. My C.S.P.R.FS. watchdog. He gives me that look, or nudges me with his foot sometimes if it’s serious. He has my best interests and now possibly, my social media image at heart. Sometimes he’s a bit bossy, but he brings me coffee and rusks in bed on Sundays. Sonja says I can’t complain.

Prunella Lighthouse

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