Birthday boy

With a breakfast meal of fresh homemade cinnamon buns and Mr. Rondi’s brown bread, I awoke to a feast. There were nice cards waiting by my placemat and a nice book on South African birds. Today’s agenda includes going to the Rondebosch athletics championship at the high school. What a place! There at least a thousand kids plus parents, grandparents and siblings lingering about one of the four sports fields, the first being rugby/soccer, then crickets, athletics, and a larger multipurpose field, not to mention the cricket training field and the outdoor swimming pool. The kids were wearing pinnies/jerseys according to which “house” they belonged to. Henry was in light blue. He was competing in the “under 7” 50 meter dash – b division. I guess they had divided them up at some point with preliminaries. Well the time came for Henry to race and it was hard to concentrate since there were older boys running 800 meters, high jumps, long jumps all going on around us. In the end, Henry won his race but the announcer said, winner Henry Ers! Well nobody around would’ve known any better, so we didn’t go correct him.

On the way to school we saw an interesting site, which we hadn’t seen before. Just a couple of blocks from our house, we saw an armed policeman with his rifle out discreetly looking for a suspect on the Main Road, he then made his way up a side street to his vehicle.

Tonight we are going to Kalk Bay for hopefully a seafood feast at a Cuban restaurant, From Cape to Cuba. We’ll see how that goes.