The gathering of the clan.

We were up at half past six on Sunday morning to be ready at 8am for the 90^th birthday link with my mother and the rest of the family. We (my brother and I) had made the time arrangements for the link the Friday before. The birthday party was taking place at my sisters and all the family was going to be there.

Apprehension was running high at this end because my mother knew nothing about the link it was going to be a surprise for her, she hasn’t seen my wife and myself for over 20 years, apart from photographs of course.

My brother opened the link and then brought my mother into the room were the computer was set up, from her reaction I must say she was thrilled to bits to see us and enjoyed every moment of it. The rest of the family came in and because every one was talking at the same time it was hard for us to understand what was being said.

My brother then introduced every one; one by one because we could not make out who was who, all of the children from my nephews and nieces we had never seen before and also the wife’s of my nephews. It was a family reunion and my wife and I enjoyed every minute of it. We would have loved to have been there with them to celebrate mum’s 90^th.

My wife and I had the impression that my mother enjoyed herself and that the party was a big success thanks to my sister and her husband for putting on a good spread.

The last two days have been scorches and I must say I was glad when the evenings came and it was a bit cooler.

Yesterday I was at work at my old company; the drive to work there and back takes me over 200 km of motorway. My observation and my conclusion is that the price of petrol and Diesel is not expensive enough although the price has gone up in leaps and bounds over the last few months. There are enough motorists who still drive at full speed I would say around the 180- 200 km per hour. Yesterday coming home, I was overtaking a lorry when from nowhere a Mercedes shot up behind me the driver holding a distance between us from about one and a half meters for the duration of the overtaking, my speed was 120 km per hour. When he over took me he was shaking his head as though I was the one that was in the wrong. Why I am complaining I don’t know because this is a common practise over here on our motorways.

The photos today is of rotary cutting dies for corrugated boxes taken yesterday at work. That’s only a few of them.

Take care out there were ever you are. Tshüss