{"id":5089,"date":"2020-11-10T17:49:38","date_gmt":"2020-11-10T17:49:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stuartpoetry.art\/?p=5089"},"modified":"2020-11-10T17:49:38","modified_gmt":"2020-11-10T17:49:38","slug":"cape-town-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/2020\/11\/10\/cape-town-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Cape Town"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"adn ads\" data-message-id=\"#msg-f:1576613835565501990\" data-legacy-message-id=\"15e141ee20d90e26\">\n<div class=\"gs\">\n<div class=\"\">\n<div id=\":1oj\" class=\"ii gt\">\n<div id=\":1on\" class=\"a3s aiL \">\n<div dir=\"ltr\">\n<div>\n<p>That afternoon we painted the garden chairs a brilliant white<\/p>\n<p>We had planned to walk but it was too hot<\/p>\n<p>Aunt Mimi was sitting on the jetty with her feet dangling in the lake<\/p>\n<p>Quite often her friends swam from the jetty<\/p>\n<p>But she was alone and reading poetry<\/p>\n<p>Brutal French poetry<\/p>\n<p>Which seemed so distant from the day<\/p>\n<p>The beach was perhaps half an hour away<\/p>\n<p>But my car had developed a fault<\/p>\n<p>And the mechanic was not due<\/p>\n<p>For a couple of days<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><i>Did you like it?<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>Yes I could feel the heat in your writing<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>It was based on my holiday last year<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>Where did you stay?<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>At Simon\u2019s villa in Southern France<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>I should have come with you<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>You were invited<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>I think I would have enjoyed myself<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n<p>Extract from Cape Town by Annie Raw Till (2017)<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"yj6qo\"><\/div>\n<div class=\"adL\"><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"hi\"><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"ajx\"><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"gA gt acV\">\n<div class=\"gB xu\">\n<div class=\"ip iq\"><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>That afternoon we painted the garden chairs a brilliant white We had planned to walk but it was too hot Aunt Mimi was sitting on the jetty with her feet dangling in the lake Quite often her friends swam from the jetty But she was alone and reading poetry Brutal French poetry Which seemed so [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5089"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5089"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5089\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5089"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5089"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5089"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}