Random commentaries of life from a small but crazy African town
I love this post. No words needed really, save to remark on Tity's use of the word "mending". It's such a odd word to use, such an old fashioned word really. Nobody fixes things these days. It's all discarded and replaced with new. I don't know, but there is something comforting about someone taking the time and care to mend something, that instils confidence I think, or is it the unintentionally implied innocence?Perhaps it's just me feeling nostalgic for a previous life.
I still mend socks. I do. Hate to throw the good old socks away!
love it! there was a workshop not too far from here that offered 'penal beating'
Bonjour Miranda !Je suis "atterri" chez Toi en arrivant du Manoir de Willow !Je découvre Ton blog... Il y a beaucoup à lire !Je vais revenir Te voir...A plus tard !---------------Miranda Hello ! I "landed" You arrive at the Willow Manor! I discovered your blog... There is a lot to read! I'll see you back... See you later !
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Ha, ha! I love those signs, my favourite was 'not so easy Eddie's hardware store'.
In Africa (I am ex-Africa....) they MEND everything, waste nothing that we would usually throw without thought and use everything twice/thrice or until it falls apart in exaustion...Tyre mending is therefore not an excuse for second hand wordage, but a comment on socially induced thrift!!!I miss that side of African life...
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