The Madd House

I’m sick to death of the folk who moan and groan at the end of each year about just how catastrophic the year has been for them and how they hope the following year will be a better one and full of miraculous crap like rainbows, success, health and wealth.   Here’s a news flash: 2017 was a time period.   It was a gift handed to YOU to do with as you please.   How did you use that priceless, non-refundable gift? And I’m not talking about those who have really experienced a dreadful year.   I’ve had one or two of those in my life and I can testify that they aren’t easy.   This blog is for Joe Socks who celebrates the New Year and then stands with a simpering smile waiting for fabulous things to happen to them.   And then eleven months later they start whining about the fact that nothing wonderful happened. I’m here to tell you to suck it up, Cupcake.   Life doesn’t work that way.   You get given a year, for free, to do with as you please.   It’s up to YOU to get off your

This weekend just past the universe thought it appropriate to teach me a little lesson in patience on the road.   May I begin by saying that, having displayed furious road rage all my driving life, I only really started making an effort not to send my anger-meter off the scale recently and this thanks to my beautiful daughter and my sage Krav Maga instructor.   But somewhere, somehow, someone decided this wasn’t good enough and I was taking too long.   Enter Saturday.   One way I try and ensure calm is to plan properly so as to be on time and afford myself a tranquil, smiley journey.   Saturday was no different.   My Jerry was participating at her year-end dance showcase.   She needed to be at the venue at 16h00.   It is approximately 30 minutes from my house.   Add 10 minutes for eventualities and off we go.   I decided to take Witkoppen (the most popular road from west-roughly to north-roughly).   We head merrily along and I wander across to the left lane because the bu