Friday
Dear Elsie
Today was the day you went back home. Ahhh, it was so wonderful to see you. You were fascinated by our snake!
We will see you again soon. Not long after you left, the heavens opened and it poured with rain for most of the day. It was a good day to stay indoors. Raiku thought so too.
But we are very much in a rut and if we don’t make the effort we will not go out, so we are trying to have a couple of dinner dates a month. Mike made a reservation for at Thorfynns at Monkey Valley and we had dinner there.
It was warm and cosy…
I remember the first time we had dinner here. It was the 1990s and a local organisation ran a competition where the first prize was dinner at Thorfynns. To enter, you simply had to fill in the details and mail it to a PO box at the Noordhoek post boxes. They said the first entry received would win the prize. I noticed ‘the first entry received’ and I quickly hatched a plan. I put the entry in an envelop and addressed it. Then, armed with sticky tape, I set off for Noordhoek. I found the right PO box number and I stuck my envelop to the door. The person who was going to open the door to clear the mail first had to take off my entry. I figured, if they were true to their word, mine would be ‘the first entry received’ & I had a good chance of winning. Of course, someone else may take my entry off or someone may have handed theirs to the organisers another way, so it wasn’t a certainty. But, it worked! I won! Mike and I had a lovely dinner that night.
We enjoyed our dinner this evening as well. As we finished, a huge party arrived and took their seats in the room next door. There were so many of them and immediately it went from quiet and intimate to loud and noisy. We decided to leave and turn it into a travelling date. We went to the Spur for dessert! We haven’t been there for years!
Now we are home and tucked up in bed. It was a good day.
Psalm 2:10-11
Therefore, you kings, be wise; be warned, you rulers of the earth. Serve the Lord with fear and celebrate his rule with trembling.
It’s not about now – we are only passing through.
Keep the smile going.
God bless you.
In His Grip,
Gran xx 🙂