I forgot to mention that this past Monday I made another labour run to the local Hospital.
My Ironing lady runs breathlessly into my framing room, “We have a problem”.
“Yes”, I reply annoyed at the interruption.
“My sister’s about to have a baby and the ambulance hasn’t arrived yet. Please take her into town.”
So off I dashed, pregnant fairy groaning on the backseat. I arrived at the hospital at 9-30am. When I arrived home, Noza walked into my framing room at about 10am and told me the baby had just been born and it was a little girl. We arrived in the nick of time. Don’t think I could have coped with a birth on my back seat.
But I have vowed to my staff that when we get back from Jozi, I’m organising a sex talk on the farm to re-educate and remind everyone to u-condomize .We’re having a baby a week on this farm. Born to unwed young mothers.
I’ll organise the talk but the rest is up to them.