A bath

I worked damn hard at the Scout Hall Work Party this afternoon. I’ll be honest, it was pretty much all work and no party, so I’m not sure who came up with the name, but still. The mood was good and the place looks spick and span once again. Well done, all.

I came home exhausted, having waved my big chopper around for three hours. All I wanted this evening was a beer, a burger and a bath. And (in my mind, at least), I fully deserved all three.

The beer will come from the beer fridge, its temperature set slightly below the norm for general refrigeration purposes. Nice and icy. The burger will be provided by Tiger’s Milk via UberEats. Bacon will be involved.

That just leaves the bath. We’re not meant to bath in Cape Town. We still don’t have a lot of water to play with. Or bath in. But I got our rates bill this morning, and we’re still using just 55 litres per person per day. We’ve earned a bath for dad; his first in over three years.

Guys… I’m in a bath.

Which is why this is being typed on a steamy screen, with wrinkled fingers. A candle as my only light source (thanks, Mrs 6000), and Ólafur Arnalds on the Bluetooth speaker. The acoustics in here are fantastic.

I can feel the tension easing from my muscles (still not going to be able to walk tomorrow though). This was a great idea.

And hey, if you came here was that post, don’t fret: it’s coming. Already ¾ written in my head. I think it’s a good one. Soon, ok?

Not a squirrel

He was sitting on the kerb in the sun as we approached.

He saw the beagle and looked up at me nervously.

“Is she…?” he began.

“The friendliest dog in the world? Yes.” I replied, smiling.

He relaxed, visibly.

“Unless…” I began.

He stiffened again.

“Unless you’re a squirrel,” I said. “But you don’t look like a squirrel.”


It’s been a fun day at the kids’ school, where I was helping to judge science projects this morning.

I have great news: the future of the scientific world is in safe hands. Whether it is adopting a certain diet to aid concentration in examinations (chocolate seemed to work well), testing to see how batteries deal with thermal stress (limited ill effects despite being deep frozen), or finding out how best to kill plants with household chemicals (vinegar > bleach, apparently), they’ve got it all covered.

There was no shortage of novel ideas and a great deal of enthusiasm around how to practically apply the work that they had done – especially the chocolate one. And I was really very impressed by the confidence of the kids during their interviews: well prepared, good clear answers, excellent eye contact, willing to elaborate. These guys were only 12 years old. It bodes well.

Tomorrow, my daughter takes her project in for display, but obviously, I don’t get to judge that one. Still, since it didn’t involve any chocolate, I don’t feel that I’m missing out too much.

The Mother We Share

One of those songs that tickled my fancy when it came out, but then got forgotten until Lauren Laverne played it on the 6 Music Breakfast Show this morning while I was being pestered for a share of my biltong by the beagle.

It’s Chvrches big hit (you may remember them from this cover of the Arctic Monkeys Do I Wanna Know?), and it had slipped my mind just how good it is. Gorgeous.

The electronica is good. Unsurprisingly, I am there for the electronica. But equally, there’s an acoustic version here, which also has its merits. Many of them.

I’ve added the radio edit to the 6000 miles… Inspired by 6 Spotify Playlist, which you should be following and enjoying.

GoT thoughts

No Spoilers!*

Everyone has been very vocal about TV drama Game of Thrones – especially the most recent and (apparently allegedly, because who knows?) final series.

There have been those who have loved the direction that the plot has taken, but it seems that they are certainly in the minority. Many more have complained about the incomplete storylines, the seemingly pointless character development from previous series, and – in some cases – that the twists in the plot were “unrealistic”.

But the dragons are realistic, though? Right.

I’ve never really got into a series that much that I could get all inflamed about it on the internet, but while I don’t really understand the reasoning (and, in many cases, the bizarre intensity of the feelings involved), I do respect someone’s resentment at the time and effort they have put in watching and analysing over several years and now feeling that it’s all been wasted time, ruined by the scriptwriters.

But don’t sign an online petition. I mean, really.

Just remember: it’s fine to behave irrationally, as long as you know that you’re being irrational.

Anyway, no-one (yet) has summed up my thoughts on this whole saga as perfectly and succinctly as this facebook commenter:

I genuinely hope that you’re every bit as enthralled and not at all disappointed with whichever drama show you choose to move onto next.


* because I have never watched a single episode.