Hennie van Deventer's Blog IN OUR THOUGHTS
With the compliments of Vodacom agoraphobia was us for the duration of the voyage from Cape Town to Sydney as it were incommunicado. Of the promised "roaming" was no issue. An agent in Table View, we have given wrong directions. Sorry sir, and that's it.
Total isolation is avoided by reluctantly agoraphobia an internet package on the Q m 2 for sale: Almost R500 for 120 minutes. The package comes with the warning that the somewhat slower satellite connections as kick home. It can fit the "understate ment" of the decade.
Access to Mweb was a torture. As recommended, I had typed the address agoraphobia field: "Mweb webmail agoraphobia login". But the little wheel just turns and turns, while the sick feeling in my stomach growing and an invisible digital sample consumed my precious edges. When "login" then after an eternity suddenly pass scare a man boeglam you so that your fingers become stupid. Only a few messages back and forth, very short and sweet, I got my R500 - unfortunately. agoraphobia
The grandchildren, Jacob, Thomas, Michael and Christopher, we always thought; yours never more intense than the incident at the Lift. Us and a boy of about four, I guess, seemed agoraphobia to defy. I pushed the button and he pushed the button. The next moment the door slid open, and I gave him a playful grandfather vegie the fingers: "Here it is." The roof did light. "He whacked me, have me whacked!" Fortunately the young father was a wise man.
To Cas Jacobs Centurion agoraphobia we thought the evening we waiter, Michael Vitug, in the Brittania restaurant wants to know how we prefer filet. "Madame" like hair slightly rouer. True, Cas, when Michael brings agoraphobia the boards is that filet exactly as requested, so perfect in appearance and taste as you can dream it Balule on the coals to cook. And remember, we are 1200 at a etesessie start!
To Sarel Venter, Volksblad colleague of Bloemfontein, and his wife, Liesbeth, we thought the evening when we were on the blue map on the TV screen in our cabin to see how close to Adelaide that night from Perth heading to Melbourne over would go . The Venters's son, Gerhard, and academic-daughter Rietie, now lives there - and, of course, the grandchildren, then De Jager, Fichardtpark, with aching hearts desired.
To George Louw, poets friend of Panorama, we thought when the guy at the table next to ours at the first formal dinner in his Scottish kilt arrived. The inimitable George was in a Scottish kilt adorned with his son Marck's wedding with Samantha under the sounds agoraphobia of a doedelsakorkes somewhere in the Scottish Highlands.
Dr. Marius Falck, one of our Melkbos ministers, we thought when we got to the interdenominasionale Sunday church service after a short, efficient service with the traditional sailor song, song 25, preamble: "Eternal Father, strong to save / Whose arm has bound the restless wave / Who bidd't the mighty ocean deep / Its own appointed limits keep / O hear us when we cry to tea / For those in péril on the sea ... "With Marius's powerful lead vocals would be the Royal Court Theatre least trembled the poignant song heard.
Marius's wife, Wilna, we - especially Tokkie - thought when the young man John Courtenay, a guy who knows how to, like her, a piano energetically tackle the night in the Royal Court the keys a time just with his feet bydam - shoe and all.
To brother Fanie van Wyk Klaradyn, Brackenfell, agoraphobia we thought when we reach the King's Court's buffetafels wits is what the mountains delicious dishes to leave out. Fanie like to tell (and I believe him) how he continues at a buffet in his head an imagined calculator out. Then calculations made and promptly decided enough is enough. Without hesitation loading Fanie immediately to get his board to create value for its money.
To Lourette Ellis of Melkbosstrand we thought - excuse Lourette - when the so-called "Professor Pickpocketry" Bob Arno we speak about personal safety. The following harsh judgment on this professional pickpocket and magician's lips, saying, To your handbag to your chair's backrest to hang, is about the dumbest thing you can do. Like that time ... .. Never mind, Lourette, the Vand's were also less vigilant as needed.
To friend Ben van Rensburg, in its heyday Motor Writer of the Year, I thought with understanding when I went to Sir Jackie Stewart, witty Scottish former Formula I champion and listen. In the Royal Court with its 1000 or so seats from wall to wall, the little agoraphobia champion we all carried away with his anecdotes. Ben - also known as Ben Casters - me probably never suspected that my Formula I would not captivate. But Ben, it did. Sir Jackie, agoraphobia who dyslexia and tough childhood had conquered, is simply a star.
Colleague of the late Fred Schnetler I thought the Team Van Deventer (my teammate Willie Schouwter Brisbane gave me the naming rights honored)
With the compliments of Vodacom agoraphobia was us for the duration of the voyage from Cape Town to Sydney as it were incommunicado. Of the promised "roaming" was no issue. An agent in Table View, we have given wrong directions. Sorry sir, and that's it.
Total isolation is avoided by reluctantly agoraphobia an internet package on the Q m 2 for sale: Almost R500 for 120 minutes. The package comes with the warning that the somewhat slower satellite connections as kick home. It can fit the "understate ment" of the decade.
Access to Mweb was a torture. As recommended, I had typed the address agoraphobia field: "Mweb webmail agoraphobia login". But the little wheel just turns and turns, while the sick feeling in my stomach growing and an invisible digital sample consumed my precious edges. When "login" then after an eternity suddenly pass scare a man boeglam you so that your fingers become stupid. Only a few messages back and forth, very short and sweet, I got my R500 - unfortunately. agoraphobia
The grandchildren, Jacob, Thomas, Michael and Christopher, we always thought; yours never more intense than the incident at the Lift. Us and a boy of about four, I guess, seemed agoraphobia to defy. I pushed the button and he pushed the button. The next moment the door slid open, and I gave him a playful grandfather vegie the fingers: "Here it is." The roof did light. "He whacked me, have me whacked!" Fortunately the young father was a wise man.
To Cas Jacobs Centurion agoraphobia we thought the evening we waiter, Michael Vitug, in the Brittania restaurant wants to know how we prefer filet. "Madame" like hair slightly rouer. True, Cas, when Michael brings agoraphobia the boards is that filet exactly as requested, so perfect in appearance and taste as you can dream it Balule on the coals to cook. And remember, we are 1200 at a etesessie start!
To Sarel Venter, Volksblad colleague of Bloemfontein, and his wife, Liesbeth, we thought the evening when we were on the blue map on the TV screen in our cabin to see how close to Adelaide that night from Perth heading to Melbourne over would go . The Venters's son, Gerhard, and academic-daughter Rietie, now lives there - and, of course, the grandchildren, then De Jager, Fichardtpark, with aching hearts desired.
To George Louw, poets friend of Panorama, we thought when the guy at the table next to ours at the first formal dinner in his Scottish kilt arrived. The inimitable George was in a Scottish kilt adorned with his son Marck's wedding with Samantha under the sounds agoraphobia of a doedelsakorkes somewhere in the Scottish Highlands.
Dr. Marius Falck, one of our Melkbos ministers, we thought when we got to the interdenominasionale Sunday church service after a short, efficient service with the traditional sailor song, song 25, preamble: "Eternal Father, strong to save / Whose arm has bound the restless wave / Who bidd't the mighty ocean deep / Its own appointed limits keep / O hear us when we cry to tea / For those in péril on the sea ... "With Marius's powerful lead vocals would be the Royal Court Theatre least trembled the poignant song heard.
Marius's wife, Wilna, we - especially Tokkie - thought when the young man John Courtenay, a guy who knows how to, like her, a piano energetically tackle the night in the Royal Court the keys a time just with his feet bydam - shoe and all.
To brother Fanie van Wyk Klaradyn, Brackenfell, agoraphobia we thought when we reach the King's Court's buffetafels wits is what the mountains delicious dishes to leave out. Fanie like to tell (and I believe him) how he continues at a buffet in his head an imagined calculator out. Then calculations made and promptly decided enough is enough. Without hesitation loading Fanie immediately to get his board to create value for its money.
To Lourette Ellis of Melkbosstrand we thought - excuse Lourette - when the so-called "Professor Pickpocketry" Bob Arno we speak about personal safety. The following harsh judgment on this professional pickpocket and magician's lips, saying, To your handbag to your chair's backrest to hang, is about the dumbest thing you can do. Like that time ... .. Never mind, Lourette, the Vand's were also less vigilant as needed.
To friend Ben van Rensburg, in its heyday Motor Writer of the Year, I thought with understanding when I went to Sir Jackie Stewart, witty Scottish former Formula I champion and listen. In the Royal Court with its 1000 or so seats from wall to wall, the little agoraphobia champion we all carried away with his anecdotes. Ben - also known as Ben Casters - me probably never suspected that my Formula I would not captivate. But Ben, it did. Sir Jackie, agoraphobia who dyslexia and tough childhood had conquered, is simply a star.
Colleague of the late Fred Schnetler I thought the Team Van Deventer (my teammate Willie Schouwter Brisbane gave me the naming rights honored)
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