Ivan (he's the big one), like most white South African men I know, is one large mammal. I blame it on all the rugby in this country, but he claims he's a midget next to those guys (country boys, he tells me). Anyway, Ivan is the quiet and easygoing counterpoint to Jacqui's frenetic verve. The kids tend to swarm him when he arrives home from work, and he strikes me as a very patient and attentive father, which isn't always easy when the both kids are in top gear at the same time.
Ivan and two of his colleagues were top earners at a large advertising firm, but broke off to form their own company. Their timing couldn't have been worse, as the global economy took its nosedive shortly thereafter. They weathered the storm, however, and things are beginning to look up. For one of their client's grand opening, the boys selected some wholesome young girls to attend and promote the place. FHM is considering doing a photo shoot. Rough gig.
Ivan is not as accomplished a golfer as the lads on Jacqui's side of the family, so I'm hoping we can play together without embarrassing myself too much. He is currently training to run a 5K, and will attempt to teach me the nuances of rugby this weekend.
I'm so pleased that you're surrounded by people whose company you can enjoy and learn from. What a blessing!
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