MARC HASENFUSS: Marquis de sand
My holdings in deeply discounted local investment counters, where I remain a sucker for discounts – have been underwhelming
Plague Diary — week five: This was a testing week. Big decisions needed to be taken. Bold decisions. With something gnawing away at our bountiful tomato bushes, there was robust debate around whether the crop should be picked green and allowed to ripen on the kitchen window sill — or whether someone should be posted on overnight watch to arrest the habits of these pesky pest(s). But mainly because my dear children — now referred to as "the bats" by my wife for their nocturnal habits — determinedly watch Netflix until the early hours, the chances of mustering a "dog watch" sentry duty seemed far too remote.
But I can report that all the plucked tomatoes are still a glowing green — which, I have to confess, is not the colour of the SA portion of my share portfolio at this delicate juncture.