Ever wonder why, when you have the most massive deadline, the sort that is absolutely not going to shift, dissipate or vanish (like having a baby or needing to get a novel written), normal life takes on a magnetism of magical proportions that makes it impossible not to be lured into participating… everything is imperative. Everything else, that is. Like choosing new glasses frames. Or reupholstering chairs. Or cooking up unbelievable feasts that take days in the making. Or contemplating fairies and elves and their place in the world…

Anyway, despite Andrew probably wanting to avoid any responsibility for said procrastination, he did go off and buy a new car… which of course needs to be tested out, taken on road trips etc. And not just any car. A bright red 1982 911SC Porsche, which Greta (the puppy) and I consider a true thing of beauty. And she really does go like the clappers. Andrew, darling man, has said he’s going to get a baby seat in the back, which will really make him the sexiest man in the world. As though there was ever a doubt.

So, as one does when one becomes the proud owner of a new sports car, we took her bundu bashing and headed up to Timbavati for the most glorious long weekend with friends. Have included some snaps for your amusement. Also, as one does in the bush, I wore bright pink (animals really are colour blind) and we took some belly shots. Most disappointing, as I came out looking quite tiny, which completely undermines the fact that I need to sit on a chair to tie my own laces! Anyway, at 23 weeks… oops, that means I’ve got 17 weeks until our scorpio baby arrives…. eeeeeeeeeeep! Gotta dash, gotta get typing!

xxx A+