Mother's Weed Dealer

My mother, who lives on the Garden Route, has a weed dealer. He grows it on his farm and supplies it as oil in a syringe. Ma keeps it wrapped in cling film in the fridge, between the half lemon and the coriander. She says it’s to help her sleep better. Apparently, you just squeeze out an inch and that does the trick.

I discovered this while she was knitting and I was answering emails at the kitchen table.

It came right after she