St Andrew’s Boarding School (2)

This piece continues the story of my primary school days at St Andrew’s Junior School. At St Andrews the boarders arrived the day before the first day of each school term that allowing us to unpack, be oriented to our surroundings and timetables and have the rules of the boarding school read and explained. The parquet flooring throughout the…

Reflection: NaBloPoMo November 2015

On the penultimate day of the November blog-each-day challenge I am posting my reflection of the month because tomorrow, the last day of the month, is Monday, the day I like to post a piece from my life story (Monday Memoir). The biggest stress of a month long blogging is time, when you’re so tired even…

Best Purchase Evah

In our material world everything takes on an importance far beyond its utility.  In fact we probably don’t need three-quarters of the stuff we own.  I’m a hunter gatherer – which sounds so much nicer than hoarder with all its negative connotations.  Eighteen months ago a land agent ambused the MOTH while he was minding…

No Money Problems

“If money was no a problem where would you retire?” This was one of the prompts offered in the NaBloPoMo November challenge and I like it because I am brimful of retirement thoughts.  Money no problem?  That would definitely complicate matters, it opens so many doors but I’ll keep the imagining modest. On our way home…

St Andrew’s Prep School (1)

Boarding School Part 1 and Part 2 are precursors to this third post relating to my boarding school years and form part of my life story. *** The road trip from Kaptagat Prep School to the Nairobi airport was memorable for the speed at which we travelled. My father held his foot firmly on the…

The Early Bird

Not coming from a family of gardeners my love of plants and the outdoors has been gleaned and nurtured by immersion in books, television programmes, magazines and friends. Now I cannot imagine not being able to sit in a garden and enjoy the peace and comfort that it gives back to us,  a reward for…

Strawberry Renovation

Last night we enjoyed a harvest from the strawberry bath and tubs;  red, juicy and big too.  We topped them with coconut yoghurt imagined we were in heaven. A friend in our writing group was renovating her wheelbarrow of strawberries and gave us about twenty new runners.  The MOTH (Man of The House) and I nicknamed our friend…