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Christmas again...really???



What a year this has been! 


So when we last spoke I had been a stay at home mom / consultant for seven days and just had a blast at my great Gatsby themed party.  Life was fun but also about to change a lot.  See after about 130 interviews, ok, only 13, I got my dream job at a bank.  This bank is also based in Sandton, so I do end up spending a lot of time in my lovely new automatic mini cooper S, the really fast one, the one that goes WROOOOOOOM when you press the ‘s’ button.  


No more gym in the middle of the day, no more coffee dates and play dates and the like... more meetings, more work and I love it. 


On the kid front, Luka is a real sweetie now and we are definitely keeping her.  She is in love with Princess Elsa, she lives and breathes that blue ice princess, she sings “Let it go” from the top of her lungs day and night – that and the SA national anthem.  She wears her Princess Elsa dress day and night and her current major insult is telling someone that their hair is short and that they are not a princess.  She is three years old and she has a bit of an existential crisis going in the fact that she is both painfully shy and a born performer at the same time.  A real girl who loves make up, nail polish and having her hair braided in the fishtail fashion like friggen Princess Elsa. 


Liam, oh Liam, the child of all eternity.  He cares about others, he genuinely does.  He loves playing rugby and has a scrum cap that he wears regularly.  He wants to be a rugby player or a soccer player when he grows up.  He has finally given up on women realising that at the ripe old age of six, he is probably too 
young to get married.  He loves fishing and is obsessed with sports.  He can often be found in the park close to home with a rugby ball, a soccer ball, a cricket bat, a hockey stick and a bike.  He plays whatever is being played in the park at that stage.  He has learned to read and write a little bit and when I return home from London we need to go and buy him a school uniform.  Where did the time go.  When did this precious baby turn into a slightly smelly all knees and knuckles little boy?


All I can say is that life is pretty good and that despite this being a busy and challenging year we are all doing very well.  We are all healthy and happy and winding down.  We are counting the Mondays until Christmas and we are almost packing our bags for Mozambique. 


I love South Africa and our life there, but man oh man the English know how to do winter.  It is absolutely stunning here and the Christmas decorations are breathtaking.  There is sparkle and joy around every corner and chestnuts roasting on open fires.  There is just something a tad sad about a Santa Clause sweating in a read woolen suit back in South Africa.  I wish that we had a proper winter that merits woolen coats and mittens, we only have dreary dry Highveld and it is not really that cold.  The coffee shops start to sell Christmas cheer in cups that look like Santa.  Cups full of brownie lattes, hazelnut and caramel lattes, ginger bread and orange hot chocolate.  Maybe on second thought it is a good thing that South Africans do not know how to winter as I would gain more than a couple of kilograms.  So for now I will count myself lucky that I get to come and see this a couple of times a year.  


So here we go yet again, countdown to Christmas, new year, new school.  Love from London x

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