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The last of the pre-written posts for this week (cue sighs of relief from the regular reader), as all being well, I’ll be heading back home today.
And it features this, which makes perfect sense if you think about it, but if you think about it in a different way, could suddenly get quite deep in a philosophical sense.

Is there a more meaningful side to this stenciled statement, or is it just a straightforward and sensible instruction that I’m reading too much into?

I think we all know the answer to that one.

Back to it

The thing with these really unpleasant gastro bugs that only last 48 hours is that while they’re really unpleasant, they only last for 48 hours, and then you’re just about ready to take the world on again.

So no, the last 48 hours haven’t been great, but I’m… well… just about ready to take the world on again.

(I’m also nearly 3kg lighter, and a bit devoid on energy, but hey, let’s give it a go anyway.)

And already this morning, a curtain bracket has been replaced, the LNB unicable has been rewired and reattached to the DSTV box, and I’ve changed the batteries on one of the alarm sensors outside. That bit of painting by the gate will have to wait because of the persisting heavy showers, but there’s recycling to sort and shopping to do, there’s a whole garage to tidy (I have been trying to start this for several weeks years now), a beagle to walk and two faulty plug sockets to replace.

I was only “off” for 2 days.

And then there’s my old laptop to sort out. It’s old, yes, but I think it’s still pretty decent – just not for what I needed it to do – and I’m hopeful that I can sell it once it’s all cleared out and factory reset has been done. After all, no new owner wants to see what I’ve been googling (it’s mainly obscure lighthouses and traffic bollards).

Anyway. Like you might have read: plenty still to get done today.

Back to it.

Goodnight

A bit of a rough day, full of hot sunshine and weird, sudden, brief, heavy showers. Nothing that will save the world, but the garden seemed happy to have all 3mm that it was given.

I’m going to have an early night after some early kickoff, 4th rate European footy, and I look forward to the seventeen million DIY jobs I have to do around the place tomorrow.

Joy.

Hot

It’s hit a ridiculous 36 South African degrees in Cape Town this afternoon, and anyone with any sort of a brain has been sensibly hiding inside.

I’ve been out and about.

First of all grabbing another morning walk in Kirstenbosch, and then doing jobs and running errands: one of which included delivering some table grapes to an estate agency, and another of which included buying some boerie and spuds for dinner. Quick and easy in the air-fryer stuff.

It’s now been suggested to me that I should go outside (again) and light a fire – a hot fire – and cook the dinner over that instead. I mean, it’s not like I could get any hotter, right?

Right?

We might pop out for an ice cream before or after that.
We will be popping to the airport for more family goodbyes a bit later as well. [sad trombone]

Tomorrow promises to be a quieter, cooler day.
I mean… apart from that thing that’s going to happen…

What a day.

Exhausted. I haven’t stopped today. A school run, some exercise (working off this grumpy knee), a mention from Chris Hawkins on 6Music, another school run, a long and very enjoyable (but my knee was adamant that it was very long) wander round the Waterfront, shopping, another school run, sort the dishwasher, another school run, driving practice to Rondebosch without consulting the cricket fixture list (argh!), a drive to Dodgeball, forgot the Dodgeball pump (not me), turn around and come home (me), another drive to Dodgeball, watch Dodgeball, drive home again, make dinner, eat dinner, help with physics homework, exercise the beagle around the block while looking for bits of my knee on the road, help with French homework, a few little jobs…

…write a blog post.

21,000+ steps have been and gone.

I am knackered.

Heading now for a warm football match and a glass of Roy.

Tomorrow promises to be equally busy, but surely that can’t happen, right?

Right?