Ghosts of the past

This past week I've been pondering a lot about my childhood, my teenage years, things and people who crossed my path that influenced to a great extent who I am today. It was good to review memories that I really haven't thought of in years.

And every now and again I caught myself smiling...

Beautiful monkey...

On top of the world, monkey!

Monkey bites!

Sunday night musings

What is it with cold Sunday nights home alone under a blanket on the couch?

Thinking about life, the universe... swine flu, gardening, moving to a new house, dinner parties, jungle gyms, books, books, reading, books, the queen of England, my crazy colleague, polka-dots, time capsules, handprints, babies, castles, biographies, poodles, bubbles, stomach-ache, chocolate, weddings, the mountains, poetry, love poetry, Afrikaanse liefdesgedigte, Finding Nemo, chocolate (again), books (again), crying, London, blah blah blah...

Monkey in the (?night) garden!

My monkey...