Campari & Sofa Posts
I only have myself to blame for over scheduling my time. Partly, it’s the life of the freelance, taking work when it comes, as inconvenient as it might be. But partly, it’s me, saying yes to all manners of things that are interesting and then end up piling up on each other. It’s also Spring, and I have come back to life, after a hermit Winter. So, if I can get to the end of Friday, I am planning a weekend of nothing much: dogs, yoga, books, mindless videos and general laziness. Starting with this post.
People often ask me if I watch food shows, if I am addicted to the Food Network, and they seem disappointed when I profess total ignorance in the matter. Aside from a few seasons of the Great British Baking Show I haven’t watched a food show in years. Even the beautiful documentaries on Netflix, like Chef’s Table, lose me after a season or so.
In just over four weeks I will be taking a (extraordinarily long) flight to Cape Town to meet sofagirl. While plotting what to do over the two weeks I will be spending there – besides “elephant stalking” – she asked me whether I would be interested in visiting one of the townships on the outskirts of the city.