It has to be between my Bialetti and my engagement ring.  

A good book, a hug, and thriving lavender in my garden.

Billboards are visual pollution. 

I wrote “rich mom in the French countryside”, but I’m too lazy to learn French. Honestly? A mom on an off-grid plaas in the Eastern Cape reading literature for a living. Chickens running around, maybe a goat or two. I’d have to learn more about hügelkultur – now that’s something I’m willing to offer up time for. 

I pass out by 20:00 – definitely a morning person.

Go on Tinder.

Breaking two toes against stoep steps in a make-shift B&B room in Beaufort West. The main kitchen drain was under the cupboard. We should’ve just left. 

Recipes for Love and Murder: A Tannie Maria Murder Mystery. I read it with a thick Afrikaans accent. It has more flavour then. 

Sewing (for previously mentioned off-grid life).

Big weddings.

Learn all I can about hügelkultur and run away to an off-grid plaas in the Eastern Cape. Finish a painting for once. 

“Wye Kant” – Bongi Mbonambi 

How much I care about the importance of being permitted to instal rain gutters in a sectional title property. 

Rehabilitate ecosystems. 

Expand Silverlakes in Pretoria. 

Invest in our education system: the power really does lie with our youth. 

A soulful poetry podcast: Poetry Unbound with the soothing Irish voice of Pádraig Ó Tuama. 

And to balance it out: Behind the Bastards with Robert Evans, where you learn Hitler enjoyed YA fiction. 

Guinea pig and sea urchins in Peru.

Unironically: funny cat videos on Instagram.  

Writing great wedding speeches. I’m hilarious and engaging, but it doesn’t pay.