Last night was my respite night. I struggle to imagine a more perfect evening – swimming at Sea Point with my lovely man, dinner with two gorgeous friends, watching No1. Ladies Detective Agency on DSTV together as the sun sets past Table Mountain, then closing the shutters and falling asleep watching Jamie Oliver. I woke up to the sound of traffic, and it suddenly struck me how much I miss that sound. I always grew up next to big main roads, the sound of trucks and trundling cars calms me, strangely enough.
I call it respite because, at heart, I’m a city girl, but I live in the sleepy suburbs. Recent drama with house break ins and the stresses of trying to sort out our huge garden, have made me resent my neighbourhood a little. So I sojourned to J’s central city apartment. What bliss!
On my walk to the bus stop this morning, I went past Lola’s, and to my horror it was closed, with major renovations going on inside! Lola’s was my favourite haunt when I lived in Long Street 9 years ago. Easily the campest place on earth, it served good liquor and vegetarian food. Yum.
I hope it’ll still be Lola’s after the renovations. But I’ve got the feeling it won’t be. I guess this is the price we pay for getting the 2010 World Cup, the city is changing so fast I can barely keep up!
