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a Thank You Letter

To Whom It May Concern,

Yesterday, after going to the extremely vibrant performance by the Lollos Team my husband and I and our daughter were trawling the Garden Route Mall. As is sometimes necessity us ladies had to make use of the first rate facilities at the Woolworths entrance. This is where I placed my wallet (with a sizeable amount of cash in it) and left it there to go and do the chore, which is not a chore at this Mall, of grocery shopping.

After bumping into some friends and having a good natter and heading off to Fruit and Veg I notice that the wallet is no longer attached to me and realize my very costly mistake. Running back to the scene, I know that it’s been 20 minutes and it’s not likely that it’ll still be there but there’s always a chance. Slightly out of breath I get to the queue and slip past all the ladies and tell them of my dilemma and they kindly let me cut the line to see if there is any chance that my money might still be there – my heart falls when I find the stall empty.

Turning around, a woman is standing and she asks me if I am the one who lost my wallet,

‘Yes!’ I state, my eyes wild.

‘They took it,’ she says

‘Where!?’ I interrupt her and want to start shaking her. Obviously I’ve traumatised her with the interruption and the look in my eyes is clearly giving away my thoughts to shake her and she starts to say,

‘To the, to the…. to the…… ‘dingus” –

‘WHAT? The ‘dingus’?!’ I exclaim ‘Well, that’s fantastic – I’ll just go and fetch it there!’ My sarcasm kicks in as a defence mechanism – I start to apologise and the poor woman can’t come to the name of the ‘dingus’ that my wallet has been taken to. Finally it comes forth that it’s at Centre Management – where the Lollos performance just happened. So off we trot again to the desk that my daughter was just prancing on for the show – looking now as if nothing spectacular just happened (these people are amazingly organised) and the lady behind the counter knows nothing of my wallet. Oh well, I think to myself – that’s it then. But she phones – Centre Management – she is “Information”, I discover.

They have my wallet – she directs us to the secret head office – I ring the bell, the lady at Centre Management points us in the direction of “Security” all neatly tucked away within the inner workings of The Garden Route Mall. We are buzzed in to a little reception area and a man comes out of his office with my wallet in his hand – well that’s a luck – I think to myself. He holds it open to us and there – you’re not going to believe this – isALL, yesALLthe money that I lost in it. A cleaning lady found it and turned it right in! WOW WOW WOW! Rewarding the people with some of the cash was the smallest thing that we could do – so now I just want to say Thank You! Thank You for being so honest and honourable. Thank You for doing the right thing. Thank You for setting the example for all of us to be the human beings that we need to be to make this Earth a better place.

Thank You most of all for restoring the little bits of faith that we lose in humanity as we become older. Thank You. Thank You. Thank You.

*dingus – thingie

I regret not getting all the players in this story’s names. I hope they get a chance to read this and recognise themselves.

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Dear Ed (one)

Dear Ed,

It’s been a month since our little family moved to this Only Slow Town in The New South Africa and my impressions are not much altered since we’ve been coming here for our precious holidays for the last 16 years or so. (Well, not the whole family since some of them are still quite short and have not been on the planet for that long – but nonetheless, we’ve been in and out of ‘town’ unofficially for that long). Since you website insists that you’d be interested in my written views; here’s a fresh take:

We landed the week just before the Slow Festival kicked off and although it was ‘Slow Moving’ it certainly did the towns image as being laid back no good – I mean what sleepy hollow has a Festival just as you move in with your Pentachnicon? Our daughter loved it and so did we – along with cousins from Knysna and an imported Aunt from the Cape we had a ball following the Roger Titley puppets and being from a little faster paced burb, we constantly found ourselves in front,  being breathed upon and snapped at by the ‘not so scary’ dragon. Our little mites were underfoot and yet the Band didn’t seem to miss a beat – they must have practised over an obstacle course, quite possible made up of all the pets and wildlife of Sedgefield!

Since then we’ve seen a Fish Eagle take a silver finned beauty almost twice its size out of the Swartvlei and survived a minor ‘earthquake’. How this National Geographic lifestyle can be classed as slow, I’m still trying to fathom.

I’m loving the local rag too – every second Thursday (once even on a Wednesday evening!) is a highlight between the day to day adventures. So constant and consistently uplifting it’s great to peruse for the few days it takes to absorb each morsel that’s upon its pages.(You must have a champion proof reader since I’ve only spotted a couple of typos – nobody is perfect). Our 6 year old daughter loves the entertainment for the children, since she taught herself to read (I told her not to, since it only makes her ask more questions) and has seen all the DVD’s that the local video shops have on offer. Our 18 month old has found himself a Toddler Group that gets him out of the house for more than just the usual Game Drive on The Island, since he’s already au fait with the local Big 5 (1.Grandmas and Granddads; 2. Tarentale; 3. Good Dogs; 4. Cats and 5. Birdies) – I think it’ll do him good.

One of many bug bears (I look forward to finding solutions to most of the others) that I don’t think anyone can do anything about is the fact that I can’t get my laundry dry – for a drought stricken area I find this a little odd – never the less we save our aqua and spend our electricity for dry socks and undies even though it doesn’t really seem to rain – I believe the recorded rainfall for this month is something close to 15 mm – surely not enough to keep our polar fleeces drenched. Ah well – not to worry, Summer time will surely bring more sea sand and soggy cozzies so best not start complaining now.

I hope that I’ve said something to warrant a reply from a true local even though I haven’t complained about a tree being chopped down or ranted about people not picking up their dogs poop, I look forward to an invitation for sun downers on some of the beautiful balconies around town.

Fond Regards

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