Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Good morning all
Of course I fit into my basket!!!! I curl up tight and sleep like the babies next to me!!
Raffingora is the name of the district in which my mum farmed until it became politically incorrect for her to farm in Zimbabwe. I am not sure what the name means but I am sure mum will find out and let you know. One day, she tells me when we go on our walks around and about, we will go home Musole, and then you will be able to run wild over the veld, swim in the dams and chase me on my motor bike as I ride through the open spaces with the sun on my back and the wind in my hair.
Have a lovely day!