The Madd House

We’ve been trying, since late last year, to get back on track with gym etc.   Jerry, because she would like to participate in the athletics and cross-country running at school and me, because I’d like to be a little healthier.   Have you SEEN the price of chronic medicines?? But, as you know, life happens and gets in the way of our plans a little.   We’ve had a lot more success in the nutrition department – our meals are a lot healthier now that we waved a sad good-bye to the MacDonalds staff and made more time to plan and prepare real food.   But the exercise thing?   Not so much. However, one has to start somewhere.   So Sunday saw us heading into gym like big shots.   There was a slight admin glitch getting into the gym.   Apparently now you need your admin disc, a biometric fingerprint and the soul of a small endangered mammal in order to get past the hostile metal turnstiles.   I discovered, though, that a filthy look and an au...

Some folk are very welcome in my home.   Others, not so much. For example, I recently wanted to run a bath but found two spiders in the tub.   One was a wobbly daddy-long-legs spider (he only had five legs) and the other was a lot smaller but known by me to give a particularly nasty bite.   So before I turned the tap on I gently removed the daddy-long-legs and set him down behind the cupboard, where I know he will find plenty of food.   Then I turned the tap on and washed the other dude down the plug hole. “Discrimination!!” I hear you shouting.   Well I don’t care.   I have been up close and personal with and chased and bitten by a large variety of South African spiders in and around our home (yes, I know they’re South African by their accents) and I have learnt which I can trust, or not as the case may be. I LOVE the beautiful orb spiders that patiently build their hefty webs each night, from the rafters to the ground, only to have them blow...