Twists and turns
When I was in my early 20s, I had a pretty clear idea of the kind of man I would marry and how my life was going to turn out. He would be tall, definitely dark and of French Huguenot stock. A wine farmer with tanned forearms and a soft Afrikaans accent.
I envisioned a dappled veranda and chattering, barefoot children; from my kitchen door, the late
