OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
I love the colours, the smell and the taste, but I just can’t help feeling simultaneously fascinated and repulsed by granadillas, especially when the pulp is removed from the fruit. I can’t explain it. It is just one of those weird Karina-things.
A day filled with the full spectrum of news, from the worst to the best. Every pandemic day feels like a week.
One of my dearest friends, whom I have known longer than any other South African, has invited us to a postponed celebration of my birthday at Benguela Cove today. It was my first, but definitely not the last, visit to the estate (apart from anything else, perfect safety conditions – large shaded outdoor spaces where one can sit in comfort and not agonise over other people being too near).
After returning home, my MiniMo and I mowed the grass in the garden and cleaned the pool. My love and I are expecting two lovely guests for a simple, socially distanced lunch in the garden tomorrow. A good weekend.
The number of active Covid-19 cases in the area has returned to pre-second-wave figures and although I am not relaxing my guard, I do want to socialise more again, as responsibly as possible, of course.
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”