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Counteskaz is tired jong………


This place is exhausting me at the moment. I’ve had more than enough.

Yesterday I had to suck my thumb and cater for an event where I didn’t know how many people where coming. It’s difficult. So I catered for 500 and we sold about 450 meals for our Farmer’s Association Bike Ride.

A few weeks ago I organised the Methodist bazaar and cooked 14 kgs of mince for 100 portions of curry and rice. The day after that, John and I cooked a potjie for 150 people for our Country Club fundraiser.

Now I have to organise this months steakhouse for about 70-80 people this Saturday. sigh. sigh. sigh. All for Round Table.

Next Monday I’ll start organising the food for John’s 40th. Beef and ale pie for about 80 people. Numbers will be confirmed on Friday.

John and I are not caterers. We just live in a farming community. We are ALL involved. AND,  if someone said to me at lunch time, I’ll be bringing 80 people for lunch tomorrow, I wouldn’t bat an eyelid. That would be 5kgs of rice, 10 kg’s of rump for Beef Stroganoff and all the extra’s. Fetch plates and knives and forks from Round Table. Organise 2 serving points. and BOB’s your uncle. I’m a veteran now…..old hat. ha ha

I enjoy being involved, it’s fun to work with like-minded ladies all focused on the same goal. To raise money for our Old Age Home, our needy Farm Schools, our community, the soup kitchen. The list is endless.

It’s fun. It’s also fun for the kids too. They get to jol with all their mates and drink one or two cans of creme soda. But for me, this Monday morning, where my feet and lower back feel VERY hard done by, I’m limping and feeling a tad sorry for myself. Jeez, when does this end?

Countesskaz is tired…..jong!


art of my choice……..


I’ve been rather quite of late. Not intentionally. I just don’t feel inspired to write anything of importance.

But, I would like to say that the Schengen Visa application has been sent off for the Belgium/Swiss trip. I’m collecting and saving money bedondered. AND I’m getting very excited. Must say.

I’ve also branched out, or busy branching out in my little business. I’m incorporating a little art gallery on the side in my showroom. I only display art of my choice. I’m arrogant like that. I know what I like and brutally discard what I don’t with very little conscience.

 I’ve discovered this awesome artist from the Northern Eastern Cape. She has a very distinct brush stroke. She features mostly portraits and figures but I actually prefer her landscapes. She works in oils. And then another artist locally. I’ve bought one painting of hers. It’s a busy market scene, also in oils.

Art, I think is my first love. I love writing too. But beautiful art, architecture, ceramics and photography is my first love. There’s this local boy. He is actually a man. But he has the heart and eye and purity of a boy. He takes such pure and good photography that your eyes weep as it touches your soul. He understands my intense dislike for chocolate box photography too. So we seem to be on the same page. 

I’m honestly very excited about this project. It’s given me a new lease on life, I tell you…

p.s don’t you hate it when someone hikes a price up when they get a whiff that you may be interested in their work…Fair price for fair work people. C’mon, don’t take the piss now…

Goldilocks and her two bears…


Have just come in from the office. The owner is doing a bit of a revamp there. It looks like a pigsty. I lingered a bit and then took the first opportunity to duck. If I don’t need to work in a mess then I won’t. I abhor disorder. So now I’m sitting at home, both kids at school, husband farming. It’s quiet and calm, and it’s unnerving not to have any kids around. I have  a million things I need to do and two places to be at once.

This afternoon I’m tackling Aidan’s bear suit for Goldilocks and the three bears. He’s Pappa Bear and the first show is on Wednesday. The other mothers are in earnest preparation. There’s a determined gleam in some of their eyes. Mothers are a whole other topic. I could write pages and pages of amusing anecdotes. But I’ll restrain myself as this is a blog and I know I’ll exaggerate a few stories to appear amusing. That’ll be like sticking my hand and arm into a hornets nest. Seriously….who would be so stupid?