After the rain
As usual we went to church in Mamelodi this morning, for the Hours and Readers Service (Obednitsa), and sang “Many Years” to old Mary Nthite, whose name day it was yesterday.
The sun was shining brightly after the wet and cloudy weather of the last few days, with fluffy white cumulus clouds, and even the old and rather rundown shopping centre looked quite attractive.
On the way home, in East Lynne, we passed a stretch limo that indicates that World Cup fever is beginning to bite.
But it seems that our national team will be nowhere near ready. But we’ve still got a few months to get the national anthem right, however, after the fiasco at a rugby match in France last week. We lost that match, too.