Back to Africa

My recent long absence was due to the fact that I headed home alone on a plane with my 7mth old and my newly-turned-2yr old on an 11hr flight. The British Border Agency lost everything that proved I was who I was, and after a month short of a year of back and forwardsing via the postal service (as they dont believe in human contact - not even the telephonic kind!) we realised my South African drivers license was about to expire and I would not only then be without ANY form of ID, but the family would also be rendered driverless! Upon this realisation flights were booked, cars sorted and family given a weeks forewarning, and I headed back to a beautiful, warm, sunny South African winter.

The flights cost a fortune as it was in the MIDDLE of the Football World Cup - but I got to see a game live at the Moses Mabida Stadium in Durban, with **FREE** tickets complements of my Dad in-law who was a project manager on the stadium.

It was a real treat to see my "home town" shining in all its glory on the world stage - and much to my surprise I even loved the football match!

Its amazing to see Gods hand in getting us there - I had NO desire to go without my husband to a place (if Im honest!) I didnt feel safe to be with my precious babies. BUT was the most precious time. There is MANY a post to follow about His perfect hand in our trip. I wont bore you by blurting it all out in one!

Just wanted to let you all know - Im back! Distracted, tired, with a too do list longer than my arm - with babyshowers and teas for 500 in the next month to sort, but back nevertheless!

Much Love