A charming day at the Safehouse slowly winds down with tea and cupcakes, Busi and Charls in attendance. We had an egg-hunt this morning and Charlotte ensured that the treasures - chocolate marshmallow eggs - were well-hidden. We had to make sure that Rashie was absent to avoid hysterics. Those hysterics ultimately proved to be unavoidable and came later as she pounded equal doses of sugar and braai meat as the morning unfolded. Buntu and Ben - from King Williams Town in the Eastern Cape - also dropped in, hungover as all hell, but game for a little garden sunshine soaking and recovery eating. They seemed jealous when i told them that i was going to be in that part of the world in less than two weeks - I have a long awaited trip to Bulungula planned for the 21st.
I'm now lying on the couch, looking at my favourite Banksy picture, trying my damdest to believe in it, imagining what my hope should look like. Tomorrow I will go and watch Fire In Babylon - the documentary currently playing at The Bioscope at Arts On Main - for the third and final time, with Charlotte. I think I'm also getting sick. A change of season indeed.
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