Grain Dear WordPress

Dear WordPress,

I don’t feel particularly inspired by your writing prompt today. It’s not like I didn’t think about the prompt – really, you must believe that I did.

I thought about writing on the grain of the cloth of a garment but it seemed so boring. Then the whole grains of sand came to mind but that seemed too obvious. I then thought about food and posting a recipe of a grain dish like a quinoa salad or something, but that sounded like too much trouble this evening.

So I defaulted to the obvious (for me) – a  grainy photo of one of Kalk Bay’s steep staircases. It wasn’t taken that way – it was edited with Snapseed – Grainy Film overlaid with Glamour Glow filters.

I hope that tomorrow’s prompt is a bit more exciting!

Yours sincerely,


Kalk Bay's staircase - edited with Snapseed ©2016 Regina Martins
Kalk Bay’s staircase – edited with Snapseed
©2016 Regina Martins



On Tipping In Other Countries

I don’t get it! I thought tipping waitrons was customary in all countries, especially taking into consideration that they’re not exactly getting paid six-figure salaries.

Whether you pay via cash or a card transaction, tips should be easy to give. The problem is not when paying with cash – it’s when paying with a card that it becomes interesting.

Some countries make it easy to tip waitrons and others don’t. Take South Africa for example. Tips are expected, normally 10% of the bill. The bill has an extra field to put in the tip amount and the point of sales machines are configured to add this to the bill amount. The whole lot then goes off your card and then it’s up to the waitron and the restaurant to square up at the end of their shift.

Well, in Europe there’s no such thing! At least in the countries that I’ve visited. Imagine my dismay on not finding the extra line for the tip on the bill. I wanted to tip the waitron but couldn’t, because you see I don’t always carry cash. So when I see no field at the bottom of the invoice I think there is no tip expected. And this could be a totally erroneous assumption.

The one time I asked the waiter where I could write in the tip amount and he looked at me as if I had two heads. Perhaps I misunderstood and tips are always given in cash to the waiter.

Another time I gave the waiter some coins (that’s all I had in the local currency) and they were almost reluctant to take it. I don’t know if it was because they didn’t expect it or the amount was too small to accept.

I’m usually a good tipper, but I don’t always carry cash with me and adding it to the bill makes it much easier.

At Heathrow airport the other day (I was practically asleep at the table due to the long layover) the waiter asked me if everything was ok with the food. I said yes, it was. Then he half-asked half-stated the amount on the invoice. Confused as to why he’d do that because I could see the amount on the invoice for myself, I said yes again.

So he put that amount through my card. After he walked off I realised that he was probably giving me the opportunity to add a tip. Unfortunately all of this was lost in translation (and I was practically asleep at the table) and he didn’t gain one from me. So he probably thought that I was just another broke or scroogy tourist passing through his airport.

It would be much easier if all point of sale machines had an extra line on the bill for the tip amount.

It’ll prevent us temporary nomads  from offending the local watiers. Don’t you think so?

Oh oh oh! I’ve just realised – perhaps the reason why restaurants don’t do that is because it adds to much overhead to their cashing up at the end of the day.

Do you think it could be that?



I had a weird dream last night. I don’t remember it, just that it was weird, a feeling without any basis for existing except that it was because of a dream. I had. Last night.

Only in my dreams do I write beautiful poetry that rhymes perfectly and makes sense. Only in my dreams do I craft intricately woven and best-selling plots for my novels that don’t exist. Yet.

Only in my dreams do I take beautiful long exposure photos that rival any National Geographic photographer’s work.

Only in my dreams is it normal to walk on air and chew bubblegum at the same time whilst talking to a friend.

Dream logic makes no sense.


Weekend Coffee Share Where I’m Back Yes I Am (Aka 12 Days)

If we were having coffee we’d talk about 12 days. You know when you haven’t blogged for 12 days and you feel guilty but you can’t muster up the courage to start again because…because…hrmph!?

But you feel guilty, oh so guilty! And despite all the training you’ve done and all the stuff you know about how useless guilt is that you still feel it? Hrmphhhhhhhh…yes, welll…

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They (who’s they?) say that it takes 21 days to create a new habit. How long does it take to lose one? I have no clue and it could be a coincidence that 12 days is the inverse of 21 days if you swop the numbers around. Just saying *hashtag*.

No sympathy please, no sympathy. Really, yes, no sympathy!

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that I spent a glorious 2 weeks in Portugal, took loads of photos, experienced new things and learned a lot from people much smarter than me.

So it’s not like I have no material to write about.

Procrastination abounds and knows no bounds 🙂

Procrastination abounds and knows no bounds…

This weekend is the first one in a long time where I have, blissfully, nothing planned. Absolutely nothing but pyjama days as I soak up the weak rays of the sun trying to find warmth in our cool autumn and break the cycle of blogging procrastination. So, until next time I leave you with the following message:

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Weekend coffee share hosted by Diana from Part Time Monster

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