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Yes I know - haven't written anything for a while. Well, during this "quiet" period, we had a nice "outdoor kitchen" built for Pierre on our back verandah. I decided that he makes too much of a mess when he prepares fillets, etc for a "braai" so I've thrown him out. He's a messy cook - splatters blood everywhere, drips soya sauce and the likes all over the place, etc, etc - you know what I mean.
So here is what his special place looks like - complete with a bar counter for the boys. It is called PIERRE SE PLEK which translates to Pierre's Place. We had its inauguration (or commissioning as Harry called it) a couple of weeks ago. I'm sure we're going to have many more wonderful gatherings out here in future.
Pierre and Altus worked hard last night to build a new home for Chomp. Thanks guys for doing such a good job on converting this old crate to a cage any bird would be proud of. I'm sure Chomp was glad to have such a nice warm bed during last night's thunderstorm.
Out here a professional haircut is just not an option. So what's the next best thing? You ask one of your mates to cut your hair for you. There are obviously a few basic rules to follow. Number one (and most importantly) make sure you schedule the hair cut right after work - when you know the "hairdresser" has not yet had time to have a beer or ten. Number two - you have to be brave - these "bush cuts" are not for "sissies". Number three - be prepared 
to cope with rude comments and everything else that may go with it on your next public appearance. Number four - if you had a decent cut this time, don't assume that it will be the same next time around. Number five - try and schedule the cut as far away as possible of your next time going out on leave - at least if it was a bad one, you should have grown back some of it (or you might be mistaken for someone on a "most wanted" list). Here Henk is the brave one with Pierre doing the cutting. Pierre is actually a trained hand at this type of thing. When we lived in Geita, he used to trim and colour my hair and even did my (and Antie Poppie's) lashtints. That was in the days before Leonie moved to site - without having a choice, she ended up being the resident hairdresser and beautician. Leonie - where are you!!!
Yes I know - haven't written anything for a while. Well, during this "quiet" period, we had a nice "outdoor kitchen" built for Pierre on our back verandah. I decided that he makes too much of a mess when he prepares fillets, etc for a "braai" so I've thrown him out. He's a messy cook - splatters blood everywhere, drips soya sauce and the likes all over the place, etc, etc - you know what I mean.
So here is what his special place looks like - complete with a bar counter for the boys. It is called PIERRE SE PLEK which translates to Pierre's Place. We had its inauguration (or commissioning as Harry called it) a couple of weeks ago. I'm sure we're going to have many more wonderful gatherings out here in future.
