Happy Feet

Well I am adapting to life in the sunshine and humidity pretty darn well. God bless Mr Willis Carrier (he's the clever chap who invented the aircon) and the equally important Mr John Freida for his anti frizz hair mousse as i no longer resemble Diana Ross

Laith is all mine until term starts on 11 April for playskool so I am enjoying every second with him. On our daily walks we have befriended Chantal and her one year old Jaden, owners of Afri Cafe (no prizes for guessing the theme) which is across the road from us, en route to the beach. It is right next door to a tattoo parlour owned by your typical skin head, covered in tattoos (obviously) with a gigantic dog. Bizarre location.
Jaden took a shining to Laith but sadly the mutual giggles and smiles soon turned into shared tears after an accidental poke in the eye. Jaden was promptly dragged away by his mum for poking Laith (whilst screaming because he wanted to hug him sorry but Mum wouldn't allow it) and Laith was carted off by moi as he cried every time he heard Jaden cry. Go figure, the kid wasnt bothered by the poked eye. Note to self, teach Laith how to poke back, and I dont mean on facebook.

We have been enjoying our weekends out in the sunshine going for brunch, shopping, looking at furniture and enjoying the walks. I cannot believe that we have yet to make it to the beach or pool! It is now nearing the end  of the summer (although today is 31 degrees!) so all summer clothes sales have ended and we were lucky to find the kid a swimsuit. We are hitting the waters on Saturday and cant wait to see his reaction. Judging by his bathtimes he will love the pool. Lets hope he doesnt pee in it like he does the bath.Going to start doing more outside of our hood this weekend. Will look forward to sharing it with you and showing you more of Durban.

I have been quietly envious of Sam’s daily trips to the gym whilst waiting for my membership to come through. In the meantime i had to see a chiropractor due to my back pain. It turns out it isnt my back , but my feet. So a total ban on any activity, other than walking has been issued for at least a few weeks. Have now placed my new tracksuits, trainers and various running tops on the top shelf L . Not even yoga as I am 'abnormally' flexible. With that diagnosis I dragged my miserable feet and I to the spa at the Oyster Box for a pedicure. In the words of Janice OH MY GOD! I have officially found my little bit of heaven. Allow me to share:

On arrival I changed into a gown and was escorted up the white marble staircase to the spa lounge and buffet where there was an array of fruits juices and nibbles. I was asked to enjoy whilst filling in a form as the therapist prepared my room. hmmm. The form asked me what type of music I would like and how i would like my massage. I kept quiet thinking they had booked me in for a massage by mistake. I was shown into my massage suite, surrounded with white orchids , the scent of burning oils and windpipe music
The therapist proceeded to wrap me up in heated bean bags and warm eye mask before my feet and legs were oiled, scrubbed, rubbed and painted. An hour later I awoke to gentle chimes from the bells above my head and was ushered into the tranquility room with a drink and more snacks. I tried hard not to fall into a coma-like state as I lay in my individual cocoon behind the towering silk curtains...nearly two hours had passed from my arrival before I floated home with my very happy feet.

 Let's see what delights the spa manicure holds for us next week.
Until next time....