have to share this...

stunning day in cape town.  watch middle son's rugby at uct in the sun (definitely my m-o-m but hairstyle lost him a few points!!) - head for local suburban watering hole and have lunch with the BB (yes, he had a break from work and came to watch rugby as well) and the bestest sister. salad and wine. all good. people leave to watch stormers at newlands, other friends arrive (mr min's wife included), more wine. old bf arrives (EM - eccentric mother and "bestest" sister never liked him much).  first bf always holds a special place (kind of) in any girls heart (doesn't he?) but don't get the bestest sister on this one - but anyway, he arrives, chats, brags and then excuses himself to go back to his "dear wife".  oh my word, we nearly fell off our chairs (minister's wife included).  could anyone ever imagine being a "dear wife"? and this was after he told us all that we all only had 10 "good summers" left!!  kathy choked on her wine.