Sunday in the time of Corona

March 22, 2020 – Day 7 since the first national address by our President wherein he told us this is a state of disaster . Tonight we were expecting him to announce a step up to State of Emergency or advise what financial relief we can expect but it was postponed to … another day.  Bizarre.

274 cases of infections, no deaths, no-one critical. Only 34 new infections since yesterday? I find that  very hard to believe, frankly.  The next few days will be interesting because aside from the above postponed meeting and some new stats, this weekend it would seem that the travel classes decided to go out and celebrate their stupidity. It’s like they’re all vying for a Darwin Award to see who can spread Covid-19 fastest while having the most expensive restaurant meal or family  picnic on the most public lawns in Cape Town.

We didn’t move from here today. The dog has hurt her paw and spent most of the day sneaking around hiding from us so she could overcome her cone of shame and lick herself raw. She’s now called cone-girl and feels very sorry for herself.

I tried to reach out to someone I had a fallout with but I was ignored. So fuck that, at least I tried and it’s not like I even caused the mess in the first place.

It’s my brother’s birthday today/tomorrow (massively different time zone) and it felt weird wishing him a happy day although he lives in a very Copvid-19 clever conscious country where people are obedient and sensible. No, not Canada, New Zealand. His son is in self-imposed 14-day quarantine – straight from the airport after returning home from Asia. Sensible? Oh yeah!

What else?

I made iced tea with leftover packets of loose rooibos  and honeybush “tea” that were taking up too much space in the grocery cupboard. I added lemon juice and two vanilla pods. Contrary to belief, rooibos and honey bush are not the same, but they are closely related. Rooibos only grows high up in the Cedarberg mountains of the Western Cape, whereas honeybush grows in the Eastern Cape mountains and in some parts of the Western Cape. In other words, they come from almost opposite ends of the southern part of this country. My packet of honeybush tea comes from the Swartberg region – I even met the team who trekked up the mountain to fetch it. They go on foot as there are no roads and then carry it down on their backs.

The iced tea isn’t so great but that’s because I don’t have additives like the big companies. It’s more interesting than water, that’s something.

I cleaned up and replanted all my clivias because they have been attacked by not one but two different diseases (yes, I know, it’s plagues wherever you turn at the moment). I’m somewhat guilty about not doing this weeks ago because I did notice they looked less than perky. Anyway, it’s done now. I don’t have anything to treat them with to ensure it doesn’t continue and I don’t see myself rushing off to the garden centre anytime soon to buy any.

And now I am going to watch the latest episode of Homeland, in bed, with cone-girl because she’s my bestie.




About Francoise Armour

I run a small touring company (Tours du Cap) at the bottom of Africa, to show visitors the beauty and vibrant culture of the country I have lived in since my parents brought me here from France as a child. I enjoy taking photos and wish I had learnt to do it properly. I enjoy writing but don't do enough of it. I enjoy walking in the mountains that surround me and I marvel over the views and the flowers and the amazing rock formations. I have a small, cute, clever, black dog of indeterminable breed, named Vida, who reminds me regularly that walking and getting out is not only for when tourists want it.

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I am not a photographer and do not claim to have any particular skills whatsoever in that department. I have enormous respect for those who can see the potential in a scene and can create a great photo. Good photography is an art, in my opinion.

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