When I was a kid on a mine in South Africa, the day after Christmas was truly Boxing Day. The excitement of presents subsided and we got to play with the new toys at leisure. There was no TV so we truly sat quietly and read the new books Santa had brought. The servants were off for the day and our parents, every reluctant to cook, simply spread the left-overs from which we picked as fancy and appetite dictated. The sun shone ever-bright and we dipped yet again into the mine swimming pool and got ever more burnt to produce today’s sun-scorched skin and cancers. (more…)
