How to Side Step the Boot

So the last time Josh and I watched the Boks play in the Tri Nations, Tracey took him outside - comments about bad language and the screaming doing him damage I recall. Today, the get-out-of-jail-almost-free-with-an-I-told-u-so-card day, Tracey and Josh were almost certainly not even aware of the game between the Aussies and SA. So this post is here so that Josh will know that we won, at least once, on the home leg of the 2008 Tri Nations. A good game: exciting, well ref'ed, passionately supported and thoroughly enjoyed at Middagkrans Farm - albeit alone. This is why we wear the green and gold - and why Div is paid the same (more gold than green I suspect!) and it's why I hope I'll call him Joe not Joshie.

How to Get the Boot

Throwing the baby out with the Rooibos

Tracy and I were accosted (in a friendly manner) by a Rooibos hamper toting shorty in the shops the other day. 'Do you drink Rooibos?' she asked. Joshua looked at her and puked - at 11 weeks this is normal and in no way meant to insult. She took a step back and pulled out a long slender pamphlet. She thrust it at Tracey - much like a sword (to fend off the infant perhaps) and said 'Just take this.' Turned and disappeared into a pile of ankle length socks.

It seems you can do amazing things with Rooibos - tenderise meat; substitute for milk in almost any recipe (yay Rooiboskos for 'Milk Tart', hmm?); food for pot plants; to soothe itchy skin and to dye material. Just about anything it seems. As she ran from us, the shorty cried 'You can wash him in Rooibos too!' I wander if she hoped we'd wash off the sick before the next rep bumped into us. I said to Tracey 'You'd need a pretty small baby to make one teabag go the distance.' She said 'Yes, or a couple of bags and a very big tea pot.'