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Today, we have made so much progress. We now have vibrant club and international women’s rugby and you know how much I love it.
School reunions are the crack letting in the light.
But hey, the game is indeed sacred up until the final whistle, when we find ourselves feeling absolutely drained, hungover and thinking about the work week ahead. And if we lose, it feels even worse.
Sometimes we just need to get off our dark cloud, get onto the beach and lie in the sun, and then get up, go into the surf then get back to our warm towel or just hot sand, mos — rinse and repeat.
Today, I am in the government’s Formula 1 queue — the SA Receiver of Revenue’s office in Chiselhurst, KuGompo.
Making connection is hard. Breaking it, not so. There are scores of tired but happy women heading home as I write this on Sunday.
Granny Grommets movement to be celebrated at Nahoon Beach on Saturday
You might think the revival of what the founders say is “SA’s longest running band”, The Staccatos (established 1961), is nothing short of a cultural miracle.
Dance should never become a form of doomscrolling.
How to deal with raucous hadadas — and the worst winter can dish up
I was your loyal observer of the storm swell which rose along with the full moon last week.
The waters are dark and green, full of mystery and danger. It’s scary to think of how I have swum around this orb poking into the ocean with someone called Joy, to whom we swimmers famously do not say ‘no’!
Hairdresser and biker Alrose Vice still ready to savour the open road on two wheels
Dancing. So many people shrivel up like a walnut and say: “I don’t dance.”
Young man takes his faith and runs with it
