IF EITHER OF THEM had felt tetchy, the concert put them both in a good mood.
I sometimes find myself thinking: wouldn’t it be far less complicated to have a job like that? To sell things? To order cheese and salamis and all the rest and not worry about what we should do and ho...
I am glad you are pleased, said Mma Ramotswe. You have broken the glass ceiling that stops secretaries from reaching their full potential.Mma Makutsi looked up, as if to search for the ceiling that sh...
How sorry she felt for white people, who couldn’t do any of this, and who were always dashing around and worrying themselves over things that were going to happen anyway. What use was it having all th...
Her friend who treated her maid badly was not a wicked person. She behaved well towards her family...but when it came to her maid...she seemed to have little concern for her feelings. It occurred to M...
He will be a small man inside, said Mma Ramotswe. He will feel small and unimportant. That is why he needs to put ladies down, Mma. Men who are big inside never feel the need to do that.
He went to the cupboard where he had stored Eddie’s remaining possessions. There was, as he had remembered, a pair of jeans, and he took these out and unfolded them. They were distressed, but no more...
He tilted his hat back slightly, so that he could see the sky more clearly. It was so empty, so dizzying in its height, so unconcerned by the man who was crossing a field beneath it, and thinking as h...
He also spends a lot of my money on vitamin pills and biltong.
Had he sailed too close to the wind? No, in his case another meteorological metaphor was appropriate perhaps: he had reaped whirlwinds—or at least what he had sown. She looked at her watch.
Gratitude was a lost art, she felt. People accepted things, took them as their right, and had forgotten how to give proper thanks.
Go to any small village anywhere in the world, and see what they remember. Everything. It's all there -- passed on like a precious piece of information, some secret imparted from one who knew to one w...
Every story has two sides. So far, we’ve only heard one. The stupid side. LIFE
Elysian
Eddie let out a whistle. You really got rid of that old bag. Please don’t call her that. But that’s what she is, said Eddie. She complained to me about the Parmesan the other day. She more or less acc...
Do I shock you? I think I do. That’s the problem these days – nobody speaks their mind. No, don’t smile. They really don’t. We’ve been browbeaten into conformity by all sorts of people who tell us wha...
DOING THE DONKEY WORK
But you can certainly take fifteen years off everything these days. She paused. But you can’t take height off a mountain.
Blocks of flats could change everything, thought Mma Ramotswe. They were designed for people, but people were not necessarily designed for them. These flats at the edges of the Village, though, were m...
Arbroath