From Cape Town, with love
At the moment I’m in Cape Town for a work trip, and despite the fact that I went to Newport Deli (my fave place), have met great clients, and am overlooking the most gorgeous city view, I miss you a lot.
Your dad sent me a picture tonight of you sitting on Rex while he was chewing on his bone (the bone is bigger than you, but will probably still last Rex only five more days of gnawing at), and you looked happy and chilled, as you most usually are at night.
When I’m away, as much as I appreciate the fact that I can use my iPhone without your little fingers reaching for music and Talking Tom, or putting on makeup without you grabbing my brushes and lipstick, a piece of my heart is far from me.
I like that we’re “okay” apart – you’re still chilled, go about your business of chasing the cats and emptying the spice bottles, and don’t really notice I’m gone at this stage. And I like the fact that we’re secure enough when I leave – I trust your caretakers implicitly, I try to trust in life when I’m gone, and you are as safe without me as you are with. I dig that about us.
I will bring back presents and a heart full of joy to see you. And I have the most kick-ass Mr Men toileteries (plasters, wipes, first-aid kit, books etc) that one of our clients gave me. Can’t wait to share Mr Sneezy and Mr Tickle with you when I’m back.
With love, from Cape Town.