
Making acquaintances
An opportunity to meet the staff at the Domincan Convent School in Johannesburg. And a close encounter with a big cat.

An opportunity to meet the staff at the Domincan Convent School in Johannesburg. And a close encounter with a big cat.

Dawn arrival at O. R. Tambo airport – long drive to our downtown hotel. Maboneng district is a funky place. Straight to the Domincan Convent School to meet the headmaster. At
Weeks of preparation, lots of paperwork and forms, a stressful visit to London to lodge our visa application. Today our passports are on their way back from the South African

Visas arrived, so we’re finally on our way. Passports, tickets, camera … once upon a time!

…is a very very very fine house… So. Here we are in Johannesburg, in front of our apartment in the grounds of the school. We share the building with a

(…that’s what I want.) Franc, one of the deputy-heads here, drove us to the local shopping mall to buy local sim cards – successfully achieved – and to get some

Astonishing! Sitting in my little office room on the first day, catching up with the usual torrent of emails, what do I hear? Outside my window there is a heavenly sound, rising

It was the last straw… our long life milk had turned to yogurt and I only realised as I poured the gloopy mess into our morning tea. We really needed a fridge. An

Parents’ meetings here at Dominican are a little different. The formal consultation took place on Saturday morning, then at lunchtime there was a braai (a South African barbecue) for all – parents, teachers,

Arggh! Chris shouts and swipes something large off my leg and onto the floor. It scuttles away under the curtain. Is it a spider? At home in England I would

Buoyed up by the success of the fridge, I decided once again to try my luck on Gumtree, this time to hunt down an office chair. Bingo – within a few

Thursday is the day that the whole school, from tiny two year olds up, processes across the road to St Anne’s, the local Catholic church. It is quite a logistical