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This one started two days before our trip to Zim. Phone calls from Violet Theresa, emails from aunt and uncle the general gist of which: "You will die of cholera and the girls will be raped by natives. In England, going to Zimbabwe with children would be considered criminal." Some email verbiage followed. Then, to ease everybody's minds and generate some reading of my Zim blogs, I made a fatal mistake. I linked my Facebook profile to here.

Harare:- I have just come back from four days in the Eastern Highlands. I have a whole lot of photographs of some of the most breathtaking countryside in the world. Part of the journey was a trip back to the town I was born in: Mutare. I feel such confusion after this trip.

We are heading off to the Eastern Highlands a little later today - Nyanga, Mutare and Vumba. Will be gone a few days. This does not mean I am dead. In case any of you wankers care.

*smooch*

Harare:-Home. A peaceful day. The girls went with my dad and Trudy at the crack of dawn to run the botanical gardens. Then Richard, Kitkat, Sarah and I went to the national archives. Propaganda is so subtle some times. At other times it is very Hitler style - the big lie.

Harare:- Home. Went further afield today. Encountered potholes that would easily tip a car over if you hit one. Discovered that Zimbabweans do not understand the concept of when a traffic light it is out you treat it as a four way stop. Basically the car hurtling along the fastest gets to go (or crazed people in Cherokees *grin*). However, there are great cafes with wifi, cappuccinos and excellent pineapple cake. These things are dotted around. Amazing really.

Harare:- Home. Highlight of the day – apparently at the exact time we were driving through the city from the airport to my dad’s house, police were using tear gas to suppress people. I say apparently because all was peaceful where we were. I have a feeling this incident will have been sensationalized by media. We were literally in the CBD and there was nothing to be seen.

Right. We leave tomorrow. I will be reporting regularly via my dear Mac and my dad's satelite link. I have suitcases full of medicine, food, toilet paper.... And by food, I am talking everything from frozen meat to bloody rice.

God, grant me the serenity...

Dick had soiled his adult nappy, for which Ingryd was sure there was a fancy name like incontinence pants or something, but nappy suited her just fine, a rose by any other name, she thought with a grim smile.

10 - You vigorously deny the existence of thousands of gods claimed by other religions, but feel outraged when someone denies the existence of yours.

9 - You feel insulted and "dehumanized" when scientists say that people evolved from other life forms, but you have no problem with the Biblical claim that we were created from dirt.

By Chuck Palahniuk 2007 - author of Fight Club and Haunted:

I don't normally do this. But have a look at this link. It is divinely dark and funny. Just don't bother with the quiz because it leads to some arb request to join a dating service. Unless of course that's what you want to do.

http://www.catswhothrowupgrass.com/kill.php

A couple of years ago I was at one of my regular AA meetings. A newcomer was there just crying. She was lonely and about as fucked up as a newcomer to AA can be. I fell in love with her on sight. It was like seeing myself at the age of 19. Physically and in every other way.

Those of you who know me can see photos of my Emma on facebook.

Today I bought myself a doll. You may well ask what on earth possessed a 39 year old woman to do this, but I assure you: this is no ordinary doll. And no. I am not one of those freak doll collectors.

This Christmas my family and I are heading up to Zimbabwe. I have not been there since the last time we went for the December holidays 10 years ago. That was a Christmas to remember, to be sure. I am afraid of the coming trip yet so keen to go home. Scared because in a way I blame Zimbabwe for that dreadful day and the events that followed. Illogical, I know. Funny how many years of wonderful memories can be overshadowed by a mere four days. We will be arriving on the same day we did ten years ago: December 16.

I am brewing a story, but my head has just been so business focused lately it just ain’t happening. So, here’s pics of Kitkat and Purple Dot. What's this shit about pics being separately posted? Fat chance. Picture=thousand words.

Holy smoking shit balls. I am not sure whether to disinfect before touching anything or just bugger off and come back when sanity has returned to my blogiste. What is with the half-arsed avatars? Never mind PINK in the bloody blog logo. Or is that "cerise?" Plum? Cherry blossom? Yee gads.

Mass is a biohazard. I don't do the blood of Christ, mostly because actually it is booze. Transubstantiation is all well and good, but I ain't putting alcohol in my body. Then there is the germ factor. I understand that it is alcohol and therefore the germs from hundreds of people will be killed, but hang on- didn't they say it becomes blood? Baffling huh?

www.donotdatehim.co.za.

Check it out.

Help me here guys. When I left the Evil Empire a co-director chose to come with me. As you know the legal battle went on for six months, during which time I supported this person. As in paid his salary, provided petrol cards etc. He also took money out of the business without asking me.