I see a change in our politics. We are sliding into a totalitarian society controlled by state legislation over our tiniest actions. Continue reading
In 1946/47, my mother and father spent a year in the States. He was topping up a science degree and she was touring, lecturing on South Africa. Continue reading
One of the Furlong children took a while to speak. Her first words were “I fall, I sore” which is a whole paragraph with subject, verb and a correlation between fall and sore. I was quite impressed. Continue reading
Once, eating was so simple. Continue reading
I have been feeling emotionally and physically very wobbly today. It is fright. Continue reading
Oh the heart bleeds for Africa!
With all the education of its leaders, it seems always to be a mess. Continue reading
Seems the old crocodile is at work!
The fired deputy president (nicknamed The Crocodile) wants to be president. But he cannot be legitimate if he takes power by a Coup. Continue reading
There is no fool like an old fool. Continue reading