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My Nonsense Alphabet

A – Absurdity, applesauce
B – Bilge, baloney, BS
C – Claptrap, codswollop
D – Drivel, Dada, dribble
E – Empty talk, eyewash
F – Fudge, Flim flam, farce
G – Gab, gibberish, Greek, gobbledygook
H – Hogwash, hokum, horsefeathers
I – Idiocy, idle talk, insane
J – Jabber, jargon
K – Kookiness, knick-knack
L – Ludicrous, loony
M – Marlarkey, mumbo jumbo, mummery
N – Nonsense, nuts
O – Out of one’s mind
P – Poppycock, potty
Q – Quackery, QI
R – Ridiculous, rubbish, razzmatazz, random,
S – Silly, slipslop
T – Tommyrot, twaddle
U – Unmeaningness, unreason
V – Verbiage
W – Waffle, wacko
X –
Y – Yakking, Ya-ta-ta, yap
Z – Zany

I need help with the letters Q and X. Anyone?


Deadly Decisions – Kathy Reichs


I’m currently watching the TV series Bones and I have to say I’m digging it (no pun intended!). The series is based on Kathy Reichs’s books with the same main protagonist: Temperance Brennan. Or like Booth likes to say: Bones.

Dust jacket description:
A nine-year-old girl dies on her way to ballet class, caught in outlaw biker crossfire. Violence is spilling on to the streets of Montreal and Dr Temperance Brennan, forensic anthropologist for the state, has to pick up the pieces.

She knows she shouldn’t let emotion get in the way of her role as scientist, but when nine-year-old Emily’s body is wheeled into the morgue she cannot help but react. Tempe’s nephew, Kit, is mesmerized by motorcycles. Does he understand the dangers posed by the outlaw gangs?

An exhumation uncovers the bones of another innocent, hidden in a clandestine grave close to a biker headquarters. With her boss in the hospital and her sparring partner Andrew Ryan disturbingly unavailable, Tempe begins a perilous investigation into a lawless underworld of organised crime.

First published: 2000

Rating: 5/5

Bold statement: “Better than Patricia Cornwall” – Express on Sunday
Hmmm, not sure if it was better but definitely in the same league.

The Book of Joy

book of joy

His Holiness the Dalai Lama and Archbishop Tutu with Douglas Adams

Dust jacket description:
Two spiritual giants. Seven days. One timeless question.

Nobel Peace Prize Laureates His Holiness the Dalai Lama and Archbishop Desmond Tutu have survived more than fifty years of exile and the soul-crushing violence of oppression. Despite their hardships – or, as they would say, because of them – they are two of the most joyful people on the planet.

In April 2015, Archbishop Tutu travelled to the Dalai Lama’s home in Dharamsala, India, to celebrate His Holiness’s eightieth birthday and to create this book as a gift for others. They looked back on their long lives to answer a single burning question: how do we find joy in the face of life’s inevitable suffering?

They traded intimate stories, teased each other continually, and shared their spiritual practices. By the end of the week filled with laughter and punctuated with tears, these two global heroes had stared into the abyss and despair of our times, and revealed how to live a life brimming with joy.

First published: 2016

Rating: 5/5

My Alphabet of Exclamations

I was really bored at work once. Then I got the wonderful idea of creating my very own Alphabet of Exclamations. This is a great activity to do while waiting for the time to pass.

A- Alla mapstieks! Aloha! Alas! Awesomeness! Argh! Amen! Aikona!
B – Bazinga! Bloody hell! Bravo! Bingo! Bilge! Bleh! Boo-yah!
C – Crikey! Cool!
D – D’oh! Ditsem! Dagnabbit!
E – Eina! Eureka! Egad! Encore! Eek! Easy peasy!
F – Foei tog! Fie! FUNtastic! Fiddlesticks!
G – Gee whiz! Gesondheid! Geronimo! Great Scott! Gorrelpyp Griet!
H – Hell! Hmmm… Hot diggity! Hey! Holy smokes! Huh? Hiert!
I – Indeed!
J – Jinkies!
K – Kapish?
L – Lo! Land ho! La-de-dah!
M – Mmm… Mwah!
N – Narf! Neener-neener!
O – Oi! Okay! Ow! Oops! Olé! Ooh-la-la!
P – Phew! Pfft! Pshaw! Psst!
Q – Quite!
R – Roger that! Rats!
S – So what? Shut up! Shhh! Sies!
T – Timber! Tally-ho! Totally!
U – Uh-huh! Uh-oh! Ugh!
V – Voila! Viva!
W – Whatever! Woe is me! Well! Wow!
X –
Y – Yowser! You know? Yabba-dabba-doo!
Z – Zoiks!

I can’t find one which starts with the letter X. Do you know any?

Doctors aren’t always right

Whenever someone asks me about my foot nowadays I sigh and say: “It’s a looooong story.”

It all started in February this year when I decided to attend a Zumba dancing class. I really enjoyed it. It lasted a month, until…

My right foot was suddenly swollen and painful and I couldn’t figure out why, because I couldn’t remember bumping it against something and it didn’t have a bruise.

I eventually went to my GP and he decided it was a stress fracture based on all the symptoms. The think is he was just guessing because you couldn’t see that it was a stress fracture on the X-ray. So he booked me off for two weeks.

When that two weeks were up, my foot looked better, so stupid me went dancing again. The next day it was swollen again so I decided to extend my waiting period to a month.

Needless to say after two months of no improvement, I went to a physio. He suggested the reason why my foot won’t heal is because I’ve been walking the wrong way my entire life because apparently my right leg is longer than the other one.

So I had to take my favourite boots to a specialist to build up my left boot so that it would make me walk at an even level. I also got an inner sole for my other shoes.

The thing is: that works well for winter, but the seasons are changing. After another 2 months or so with no improvement (the swelling in my right foot still not healing) I decided to drop the physio and go to a foot specialist.

Guess what? He was stumped. He couldn’t get any wiser from their own set of X-rays and only after I went for an MRI (which is quite an alien experience I might add) he could definitely say it was not a stress fracture and if there was one, the bone has healed by now.

Turns out there are some lymph blocked in between the little bones of my big toe and a big lump of something on the foot of my bridge. So he concluded that after my injury a lymph blockage formed.

I was completely flabbergasted by this news, because I’ve never heard of such a thing. Sounds too much like quackery to me.

This last week I’ve been to a lymph specialist to get rid of the excess lymph in my foot through lymph drainage. (The first thought that popped into my head when lymph drainage was suggested, was that they were going to take a needle and pull the liquid out. Turns out I wasn’t the only one who thought that.)

Lymph drainage is actually a set of specialised massaging along the lymphatic system in your body.

I really hope this works, because I’m at my wits end and my medical aid savings have been depleted ages ago. Which means the money I’m supposed to put away for my new car, is going towards my foot.

Now I’m walking around with a bound foot (the bandages have to stay on more than 48 hours at a time) and I’ve been given “special” exercises to help my lymphatic system come alive again. Funny thing is, many of the exercises look a lot similar to those my mom and I used to do from an exercise video while growing up. Hmmm…

To be continued.

stupid doctor

Die Spioen – Paulo Coelho

Hierdie boek is geskryf deur middel van die Faction-tegniek. Faction is wanneer ‘n verhaal op ware mense of gebeure gebaseer vertel word, maar bietjie aangedik word met fiksie.

Die probleem wat ek met Faction het, is mens weet nie wat is feit en wat is versinsel nie. Die skrywer erken self in sy skrywernota: “Alhoewel ek probeer het om my roman te baseer op die ware feite van Mata Hari se lewe moes ek soms dialoog skep, sekere tonele saamvoeg, die volgorde van ‘n paar gebeure verander, en enigiets wat ek gedink het nie betrekking het tot die vertelling nie weglaat.”

Mata Hari het nie ‘n maklike lewe gehad nie. Sy is op die ouderdom van 16 verkrag, maar in plaas daarvan om op ‘n hopie te gaan lê en haarself jammer te kry, het sy besluit om haar sensualiteit en seksualiteit as ‘n wapen te gebruik. Iets wat uiteindelik tot haar ondergang en dood gelei het.

Haar enigste misdaad was dat sy ‘n onafhanklike vrou was.

Toe Mata Hari in Parys aangekom het, was sy platsak. Kort daarna is sy besing as die elegantste vrou in die stad.

As ‘n danseres het sy gehore geskok en verruk, as ‘n vertroueling en courtisane het sy die rykste en magtigste mans van haar era betower. Maar paranoia as gevolg van die oorlog het Frankryk verteer, en Mata Hari se leefstyl het haar onder verdenking geplaas. In 1917 is sy gearresteer in haar hotelkamer aan die Champs-Elysées en van spioenasie aangekla.

Die Spioen is die onvergeetlike verhaal van ‘n vrou wat dit gewaag het om die konvensies van haar tyd uit te daag en die prys daarvoor betaal het, soos vertel in Mata Hari se stem in haar finale brief.

Eerste gepubliseer: 2018 (Afrikaans); 2016 (Portugees, Engels).

Aanbeveling: 3/5

Interessante feit: Mata Hari was die eerste danser wat heeltemal ontklee het.



A Very Tall Order, if you please

Ek is vir eers sat gelees aan Engelse boeke en smag vir ‘n boek in my moedertaal. Maar…

Dit moet nie ‘n hartseer storie wees nie en dit moet ook nie my laat voel asof ek my polse wil afkou nie.

Dit moet ‘n lekkerleesboek wees, ‘n storie wat mens in een go verslind en sommer weer wil lees.

Ek weet dis ‘n baie groot ASK, want om een of ander rede is sulke boeke skaars in Afrikaans. Die enigste ander boeke wat ek al gelees het wat in hierdie kategorie val, is Verna Vels se “Liewe Heksie” reeks en die “Maasdorp”-reeks – boeke wat ek laas op skool gelees het.

Die enigste ander boeke wat naby dit gekom het was Riana Scheepers se “Katriena”- reeks.

Wat sou jy voorstel?

tall order

Reader’s Digest

readers digest

While going through our bookshelves in search of a good story I came upon these old Reader’s Digest editions with selected stories. Here are the stories I read in the order I read them:

The Suitcases – by Anne Hall Whitt
“Pack your suitcases, girls. You are leaving here today.” Anne Whitt and her two sisters heard these words all too often when they were growing up during the American Depression. Their mother had died and their father had abandoned them, and the three girls were moved from one foster-home to another without warning or explanation, never knowing what the next move would bring. When at last they found a permanent home, Anne faced a new struggle – to accept the healing power of love. This true story is vividly recollected and poignantly told.

Rating: 5/5 Very heart-breaking.

The Sound of Wings – by Spencer Dunmore
Airline pilot Adam Beale has been flying jets across the Atlantic for years without mishap. But now, suddenly, he seems to be blotting his copybook: seeing a plane which no one else sees, and hearing Morse signals. Is someone trying to tell him something – or is he simply heading for a nervous breakdown? When Beale starts to investigate he finds himself in deepening waters, and is horrified to find the girl he loves threatened too… Tension mounts as the clues begin to fall into place. Will the mystery be solved in time? A gripping adventure story, spiced with danger and romance.

Rating: 5/5 A fascinating tale that combines mystery and ghosts from the past.

Airframe – Michael Crichton
Why did a passenger plane pitch and dive repeatedly en route from Hong Kong, killing three passengers? That’s what Casey Singleton, accident investigator for Norton Aircraft, has to find out fast. But the press are against her, and so too are certain high ranking executives with a vested interest in keeping the aircraft’s safety record clean.

Rating: 5/5 A brilliantly detailed story, if you ever watched “Air Crash Investigation” this is for you.

The Partner – John Grisham
It has taken four years and $3.5 million, but Patrick Lanigan has at last been tracked down to a small town in Brazil. He is living very modestly for a man who, having faked his own death, has embezzled $90 million from his law firm and one of its clients. But then Lanigan has always known that he will be found – it’s all part of his audacious and cunning plan.

Rating: 4/5 A tale about a man who outsmarted everyone and still lost everything.

Birds of Prey – Wilbur Smith
It is 1667 and a naval war rages between the Dutch and the English. Sir Francis Courteney, his son Hal, and the crew of the caravel the Lady Edwina, lie in wait off the African coast for a Dutch galleon returning from the Orient laden with spices, timber and gold. So begins this magnificent story of high seas adventure, packed full of excitement, passion and treachery.

Rating: 5/5 Any book that incorporates the early history of South Africa gets a thumbs up from me.



Bridget Jones’s Diary

Yeah, I got nothing. No idea how to describe this book. It’s a diary by Bridget Jones (obviously). It’s somewhat similar to the film starring Renee Zellweger, Colin Firth and Hugh Grant. Here is the description on the back cover if you want to know what it is really about.


The book is written in diary format.

One thing I’d like to know, how much of it is exaggerated? I know it is a work of fiction, but if we (the readers) are to truly believe it is a diary then how and when did the character write about her day: as it was happening or afterwards? Because I don’t know about you, but a lot of what is written afterwards can be exaggerated. I often did that with my diaries – if I couldn’t remember something exactly I would just exaggerate it. Not that anyone’s going to read my diaries. For one, it’s not fiction.

Or maybe I’m just overthinking this.

First published: 1996

Rating: 4/5

One, two, buckle my shoe

one two buckle my shoe

Hercule Poirot is dreading a visit to the dentist… While there, he encounters a bunch of people. Later, he is informed that the dentist has been murdered.

Using the nursery rhyme “One, two, buckle my shoe” the detective must solve this mystery.

What I liked about the story: Just like with Crooked House, Agatha Christie takes a rhyme and bases a story on it. Each line from the poem brings us closer to the answer.

One, two,
Buckle my shoe;
Three, four,
Knock at the door;
Five, six,
Pick up sticks;
Seven, eight,
Lay them straight:
Nine, ten,
A big fat hen;
Eleven, twelve,
Dig and delve;
Thirteen, fourteen,
Maids a-courting;
Fifteen, sixteen,
Maids in the kitchen;
Seventeen, eighteen,
Maids a-waiting
Nineteen, twenty,
My plate’s empty

I also liked the fact that Hercule Poirot also hates going to the dentist. I can relate to that.

First published: 1941

Rating: 5/5