Celebrate August 2011

Greetings and salutations Puddings

Happy August tidings!

It is official we have passed the half way mark for the year and now the downhill run to the end of the year and year-end functions start………….start thinking about yours soon!

We wish all our Muslim clients well over Ramadan which begins today, hope the fast goes well.

The weather seems to be warming up very nicely, I hope I am not speaking too soon. So maybe summer is on its merry way back to warm the cockles of the heart. In any event the patio at Indulgence is always warm and friendly and ready to welcome you always

This past Saturday author Mike Nicol was at Indulgence for the second of the July AuthorTalks and I have to say yet again that he is fabulous! What a marvelous speaker and great all round guy to listen to. He held his audience in the palm of his hand as we happily lapped up everything he had to say! What an absolute pleasure thank you so much Mike and everyone who joined us as usual!


So what is happening @Indulgence this month:


August 9th Woman’s Day

Celebrate being a magnificent and magical being,  WOMAN, on this very special day that is just for us! Everyday should be Women’s Day but being such magnanimous wonderful creatures we settle for one day of the year! Join us at Indulgence and revel in your womanhood in elaborate style! Dress up to the nines, glamorous, glitzy and blingy, the more you shine the better and then come down and have breakfast with us! Eat whatever your heart desires off the menu, there are no calories in food on public holidays as far as I know. This special will run from 9am to 12 O’clock even though we DO serve breakfast ALL day!  And then the kicker of the day is that any man who comes dressed as a woman will get a surprise discount off his bill! Adventurous men, cross-dressers and transvestites this is your chance to shine as well and you will fit in 175% if not a little more!  There will be a couple of stalls for you to peruse as well with some jewellery and a few other odds and ends……………..we are not laying on a special menu, we think our breakfast menu will rock you just the way it is! Looking forward to seeing you in your finest


August 20th AuthorTalk

This month’s author is a mystery author at this point in time………….I promise to get back to you as soon as I have locked him/her down! Whomever it turns out to be will, I promise be just as fabulous and fascinating as all our previous authors. I am shifting the AuthorTalk time back an hour so in future the author will begin at 2pm instead of 3pm. I hope that this will not cause you any inconvenience. Thank you everyone for bringing your books with you, we are starting to get some really nice books in, and also to everyone who has dropped boxes of books here in the past few weeks, thank you as well. On behalf of Animals in Distress I thank you. In the meantime watch this space for our next exciting author!

The August AuthorTalk will also take place on the 3rd Saturday instead of the second, so please make a note in your diary that it will happen on 2pm on the 20th


I still have loads of soup on hand with winter starting to wind down, so I am marking it down by 20% for anyone who fancies picking up a few liters. There is a nice variety available still, pop in and take a peek in the freezer……..it is waiting just for you!

If you are having a birthday in August I hope it is happy and your year incredible, have a look at our FB group for some pictures of cakes to help make your event a whole bunch more memorable!

Wishing you a wonderful August, be good to your neighbours (I love one of mine, he moved out his house) and don’t kick the dog!!



August 9th Women’s Day Breakfast

August 20th AuthorTalk


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2.2 children and white picket fences……..

I can  very clearly remember sitting on the red brick steps at primary school in the early 80’s with the winter sun shining down on us benevolently, chatting to my female friends of the day about our bright and shiny futures. I don’t remember us talking about careers and work and succeeding in the big wide world out there beyond the school hedge but we did talk about husbands and children and knights on white horses and houses with picket fences, 2.2 children, four cats and a dog called Rex.

I don’t remember any of us talking about going forward as upwardly mobile single women, future business moguls, managing directors, movie directors, divorced with kids, single women with kids, single women without kids, single women with dogs as kids, widows, lesbians  with twins, female adults with huge chips on our shoulders and running accounts with therapists. Foremost in our simple pre-teenage minds were husbands and children and happy ever after lives. Even though many of us came from broken homes with numerous divorces and step parents by the dozens we never actually thought “”that” would happen to us. But then like all things in life  you don’t, do you…………..until it happens

Leaping forward in time to a quiet autumn evening in 2011, funky music playing on the radio in the background. The temperature outside is dropping but it’s still warm enough to be sitting at the laptop in just a T-shirt banging away at the keys and hoping my fingers can type as fast as my brain is churning out the thoughts that hound me as the light outside fades to inky darkness; a perfect match to the dull ache in my heart.

It never crossed my mind that 30 odd years after this starry-eyed childhood contemplation of the future I would still be single and childless. I have never married. I have never given birth to a child. I am single. I have the most amazing girl friends. They are scattered around the globe in a modern age diaspora, and lo and behold so many of them are single as well. What happened to us along the way? How did we go from the blossom and romance of youth to jaded and single and over 40 in the blink of an eye? Is being single an unconscious decision we made somewhere along the line or a conscious one? is being single the armour we wear to protect ourselves? Or is it modern men? Did we look around us at the single men out there and think, fuck me, I would rather be single. Is it because we are  the epitome of  independent, self-employed, self-motivated, self-starters who are able to support ourselves, who are able to make our own way in male dominated society that we are single? Do we scare men off? Are men put off  by the fact that we CAN support ourselves, that we CAN go through life without them, that we CAN purchase our own vibrators and change the batteries ourselves, that we can call an electrician, sleep with a plumber or have our newspapers delivered?

Shit I hope not. I don’t want to be single all my life. 

If that is the truth, that I don’t want to be single for the rest of my days, why do I keep making the same stupid mistakes? How stupid am I? What silly romantic notions lurk in my mind? Why do I constantly repeat the mistakes of the past like a CD stuck in the same scratch?

I cannot speak for my friends but for myself………..I never set out to be a single 40 something year old, not consciously at least. I would love to have Mr Right walk into my life instead of continually seeing the back of Mr Wrong’s head as he gets booted out the door just like his predecessor.  I would love to share my bed with a wonderful man, share the days happenings over dinner, walk hand in hand, bitch about the neighbours, make love in the  rain and chase the dog away from the nibbles on the picnic blanket. It would be wonderful to wish one man a happy birthday for years in a row, happy 25th anniversary and scream at him for getting you into this mess as the next contraction hits. Admittedly I have a penchant for walking into a room filled with men and fancying the only man in the 1 million, one hundred and thirty-one men that are filling the space at the time that I cannot have, the married man.

I have already broken my heart  over one married man for whom I would have gone to the ends of the earth. A married man who talked to a young woman of love and romance, of a home and children, of shared bank accounts and overseas holidays, of white weddings  and golden anniversaries. A married  man I loved with all my heart. A broken heart.  A really broken heart, so broken that it would take 12 years to mend and another seven before I would actually be ready to drop the walls around me, break down the barriers and hack into the cement shell around my heart to let a man in again. 

 In the mist of the 19 years between existing and being ready to love again there would be no shortage of  men along the way. One night stands, two-week interludes, a four-year romance, a one year joke with a man, no make that a boy, a decade younger with a humongous penis and a fabulous sense of humour. And although I loved each and everyone one for the brief 15 minutes they graced my life they never chipped the lead-lined casing protecting my aching and lonely heart. I may have cried some tears when they moved on, got asked to leave or fell off the edge of the earth but it was okay they weren’t Mr Right anyway and no I wasn’t in love with them.

 Mr Right, no, no, no I meant to say Mr Wrong would make a grand entrance into my life  2010 and rock my world so much that my armour would weaken and cracks would begin to marble the plaster of my heart. 

You would think that having learned my lessons along the way so well, having nursed my broken heart and knowing the male  creature as well as I think I do, that  I wouldn’t rush head long  into another dead-end relationship, that I would hesitate before taking the plunge, that I would reflect on the pain that would be waiting in the wings, that I just wouldn’t go there again. You would think! And you would be wrong.

 Alas, I never learned from those lessons life handed me. I never took heed of the treacherous road I travelled. I never worried about my achy breaky heart. I jumped headlong into the embrace of danger. I rushed heedlessly into the passionate embrace of the demon that likes me being single. You see this is the chip I carry on my shoulder, maybe single is a self-destructive state of mind;  a finger that beckons you at high-speed towards the dangerous curves so that you ignore the bright yellow and black of the chevron signs.

And if this blog makes no sense to you, it is because I am unable to make sense of it myself. My attraction to the dark side, my lethal penchant for repeating the mistakes of the past for you see, I have gone and done it again…………I have broken my heart

I have fallen in love with a married man.