Sarah Britten

The other day I picked up another lanyard. It’s in a restrained and tasteful shade of khaki and branded Land Rover, and it will come in very handy in my ongoing quest to stop myself from losing things like keys and cameras and gate remotes. Lanyards are very useful for that sort of thing. It […]

This afternoon I did something quite radical. It’s not the sort of thing I would usually do, not at all, but for some reason I flung caution to the light north-easterly breeze and went ahead anyway. This afternoon, I walked around outside, in daylight hours, without wearing a bra. It felt … wrong. Not only […]

Cape Town has the mountain. But Joburg has parking. Ja, ja, scenic splendour and all that, but do not underestimate the significance of the fact that living in Joburg generally does not require the ability to parallel park. Sure, there are suburbs like Greenside and Parkhurst (why is there never parking in Parkhurst?) where parallel […]

I have a lot of stuff in my office. Even by the standards of the creatives in the cubicles up the way, there’s an inordinate amount of clutter and colour jostling for the attention of anybody who happens to pass by on the way to collect their printouts or send a fax. There are books, […]

Something struck me the other day. I almost never talk to children. In fact, the last conversation I had with a child was when I was alone in Sydney, and but for what I read on other people’s blogs and in the status updates of Facebook friends, their lives are mysterious to me. I have […]

The scent of jasmine in the air is intoxicating, isn’t it? I think I may be addicted to it. Every day I yank flowers from the bushes and keep them in my bedroom, my office and my car, where they grow brittle and scatter papery petals everywhere. I am breathing in a sprig of jasmine […]