It’s been such a long time since we have been able to share a sneaky word or two! I must say that it is great to be back working with the lovely team at RiskSA. Since we last spoke, Riccardo (such an Italian stallion) and Michael (the very important managing director) have gotten married – not to each other of course (although, when it took Michael nearly 5 years to propose to his bride Michelle, I did begin to wonder). Rumours of me having gone to ground after being under the surgeon’s knife are, of course, hugely exaggerated. For a start, with near perfect looks such as mine, surgery is not a necessity. And, having a little laser peel done hardly qualifies as ‘surgery’. If you don’t believe me, just ask the receptionist at Dr Botox from the Melrose Aesthetics Clinic. In chatting to her, she may also share with you how the two-forone special worked for the MD of a certain medical aid fund, who is a monthly visitor. My absence was, in fact, as a result of Jonathan Dixon from the FSB. A delicious, sweet boy, but it wasn’t his gym-fit body that kept me busy but rather his directives and missives and RDRs, KIs and goodness-knows what else. My darling husband was so busy that he insisted I come to work at the brokerage. Have you ever… me Working?! Well, thankfully, that has now come to an end. He signed many of the inhabitants in Steyn City so he has a new admin team and I get to be back doing what I do best – attending functions by his side, meeting all of you and sharing some of your fabulous stories. Over the next year or so I promise to keep you informed about fashion, who is doing what to whom (in the boardroom of course, not the bedroom – mind you, for some, that is the same thing) and generally ensuring that we don’t forget the spice that makes up the interesting insurance industry in South Africa. To kick off the year, a few tips for the ladies in the industry: wearing white, tight-fighting dresses to black-tie functions are generally not a good idea. And, after the excesses of the festive season, it really, really is not a good idea. You can, however, encourage your men to wear tight numbers (red, purple, yellow – it doesn’t matter) when they run (well, one or two run, most just walk and have fun) at the annual DAREdevil Run on 30 January. In fact, the tighter, the better as I like to check out what talent lies beneath. Size, of course, doesn’t matter, but it always helps to know whether you are working with a gherkin or a cucumber in the salad, as it were. For the men, a tip on size as well. At the end of January my husband (and most of his brandy-drinking, Sarel van der Merwe wannabe buddies) will be driving their cars at the Zwartkops Racetrack. And, as any clever woman knows, a man’s car is often in direct proportion to his abilities. Here’s to the start of what is sure to be an interesting year ahead! Have a lovely month and see you at the industry functions. Please come say hello.