In the old English nursery rhyme, those born on a Monday are fair of face. In a red-earthed town in South Africa, I was born on a Monday and have no idea if I was or am fair of face.
This Monday’s child used to live in Cape Town. At the height of the Brexit rollercoaster and the South African political picnic, we jumped over the pond to land on an island that was haphazardly negotiating jumping back into a pond.
My purpose here is to share my thoughts. Sometimes this will be on speciesism, living as a vegan (which is abundantly easy in London), being fulfilled as a child-free career woman, excelling as a human companion to a dog and cat and being an exemplary example of a wife who is dangerous in the kitchen and unable to read a recipe.
Welcome to my unmapped journey.