Oh Crap have you tried reading it in english ... (Below)

Cobi's first horse riding lesson.

Well I clicked on translate and nearly rolled off my seat laughing ... Somethings you just can't translate and the last post is one of them. One of my fellow bloggers from Holland Johanna leaves cute little comments on my other blog Our Slice of Heaven but it's does not always come out correctly either, but I still love her.

So I thought I would translate it as it should be

My wiele is so bietjie pap ...
Regtig, ek jok nie, miskien is dit te veel lees by al die mooi blogs en dan sukkel ek om aan die gaan te kom. Alles gaan agteruit, my venster kan jy amper nie meer deur sien nie, en die stryk goed hoop op. Ek was en vou so 'n bietjie op waar ek kan, maar soos huiswerk is daar geen einde nie. Man ek moet erken ek het nog nooit baie van huiswerk gehou nie. Doen dit maar net omdat hier geen Agnus is nie.

Hier is Googles toolbar translation :)

My wheels are a little soggy ...
Really , I lie , maybe it is too much to read all the fine blogs and then I struggle to go to come . Everything is backwards , my window you can almost no longer see, and put good hope . I was and fold a bit on where I can , but as homework , there is no end. Man I must admit I have never held a lot of homework not. Do this only because this is not no Agnus

So what you think Google is that how it should be?

Or ... My wheels are a little flat ...

Really I kid you not, could be from reading all those lovely blogs and then struggling to get going. Everything is neglected, my windows are so dirty you can hardly see through them, and the ironing is piling up. I wash and fold up where I can, but like housework it never stops. I must admit I have never liked housework. I do it cause I have to and there is no Agnus to help me.

Let me tell you about Agnus, she was a lovely african girl that work for me when I owned a takeaway in Pinetown. We started at 6am and finished at 6pm 5 days a week and half day on Saturdays. Then it's home time to do the housework, dinner and kids. Then Agnus got pregnant
to Petrus and they were expecting twin. At about 7 months I asked her if she would like to live at our house, going on light duties. Cleaning the kitchen, seeing to the dogs and giving the kids a sandwich after school. (Still getting her full pay )They decided it was a good deal and moved in.

One evening she knocked on the window to wake me up, It was time to go to the mission hospital run by nuns and have those babies. Nou let me tell you being the only white woman except for the nuns was very out of sorts, and the looks I got ... but the day I fetched Agnus carring her bags while she carried the babies was even funnier. After a few months Agnus wanted to be closer to her mum and resigned. We helped cart her cots and other goodies. Those days there were a lot of taxi union problems (25years ago)

You know there are still a few goed people out there, but things have changed so much back home, I felft like a stanger in my own country. We have so many good memoirs of Africa and will always have a little soft spot for her. I do worry about the people still left behind, esp when I look at videos on YouTube. This post just sort of happened like this and it's alright . Atm one of my grandsons are visiting us for the 2 week holiday. We have been feeding the sheep, chooks first thing in the morning, then remove the doggies PJ and give them a few cubes. Then it's breakfast time ... fresh eggs and toast. We having a really cold wet winters day, overcast and grey. Stoked the fire for a little warmth......

Greetings from Australia

Rina