Clara always made us laugh, she changed her name after the war in Zimbabwe to a more English sounding name, as she felt she would be more employable. Clara always felt that she was, in her words; “posh”. The one day the iron was broken and she came to my Mom and said, ( with her nose in the air) “ Madame, the iron, she is buggered.” This made us smile so much as she had no idea what she was actually saying.
Thought of the day · 30 August 2026
Quiet strength
Your pace is the right pace. Compassion includes the person in the mirror. One breath at a time.