-isms. I am gatvol of them. Socialism, capitalism, communism they all end in me-ism. Stalin, Wall Street, Putin, Zuma, Trump, Biden, yes, even Cyril. People are generally running for cover from a hailstorm of -isms, platitudes, lies and general BS about “tough times” and “global economies”. Pfft! What do you think is on the Christmas menu for the corpulent one percenters? Yachts, exotic destinations, the finest whiskeys, once described to me by a local tenderpreneur as “God’s breath”.
I look in on the two daughters. I am shocked. There they lie sprawled in two single beds alongside each other. Dear reader, you might recall the half-wild tomcat whose lair my tent I shared in Pondok Paleis in my vast Covid retreat in the Karoo? He hunted. That was it, I would surmise as he chowed my fingers prey to him and brought in scores of dead and semi-dead field mice and rats.