I wanna dance with somebody
It’s New Years Day. I’m hiding in my room after getting rage while trying to feed Eva scrambled egg. I’ve left poor Stephen on that battle front. I’m tired of feeding Eva scrambled egg. And many other meals. And watching Peppa Pig. And putting the play dough away. And thinking of three meals a day. The past three New Years haven’t really been humdingers - two years ago I was knyping my legs shut in order to make sure I didn’t go into labour before the stroke of midnight. A year ago my beautiful Gran passed away on New Years Eve and this year my family went back into self motivated lock down as South Africa stares down the barrel of a second tsunami and a shortage of hospital beds and a non forthcoming vaccination. I miss New Years at Ting’s houseboat on Spionkop dam. And Pimms on Flo Ridl’s lawn. And sleeping in our old Peugeot station wagon while my parents rang in midnight at the Country Club. I miss kissing catchers. And hoping my crush is home for the holidays. And...