Believe it or not, but I found this amongst some old papers of mine, and decided to publish it anyway, as it is a reminder of quite a few small things to me... but mostly, a reminder that even in standard 7 (when I wrote this) the storyteller in me already knew of things to come.....
Pinching, isn’t the problem you know, but being observed while doing this makes one feel rather uneasy, to say the least!
I recall the Tuesday night, three days after I embarked on a strict diet prescribed by a homeopath. I was to eat no dairy products, meat or sweets. Well, with the infallible observation and moral support of my family, I began my quest for health with zero defect.
That particular Tuesday my mother prepared a delicious pork supper, that advertised itself with vigor, permeating through the apartment. It would not have been that bad watching everyone licking their fingertips and satisfying their hunger, if it had not been for that afternoon.
My mother was preparing an incredible meal when I got home after school. I changed and decided to help her in the kitchen. The smell, I tell you, was tempting, to put it mildly. Seeing that tasty meat develop into a delicious and appetizing supper, I pulled myself together and bravely prepared my boiled vegetables and fish. It was decided. I was to be very strong.
Before I continue, I must bring you up to speed on one of our home secrets. We have a sweet tin with a very interesting background. It started out to be a cake-tin a few years ago but was rather squashed in a fateful accident. My father, who had a sweet tooth like no other, had up till then bought the sweets which we occasionally received as a consolation or prize. It was, because the unfortunate bump on its side, then decided that the cake tin would become the tin in which to keep sweets, for everyone in the house could hear whenever it was opened.
So, that fateful Tuesday night while my family enjoyed their meal, I sneaked down the passage to my father’s cupboard in search of sweets. I slowly and very discreetly opened the tin and because everyone sat with eyes glued to the tv and contently stuffing themselves, I thought; I put my hand in the tin –
only to see my mother in the doorway…
It was a quiet week. I come to the conclusion that fish and vegetables without condiments and spices tastes terrible. I actually like sweets more * sigh *
In South Africa today security plays a vital part in any business or private home. This book and the volumes to follow, will guide you step by step through the essential precautionary measures to be taken in protecting your family and valuables. From employing security guards, evacuation of your site and security measures to burglar bars and alarms in your private home.
a Book compiled by me from experience gained after 10 years in the security industry as Industrial relations officer with Nosa qualifications, 1st Aid, fire protection and also S.O.B. grade A.
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