10th birthday party +
20 kids +
4 hours
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No blog this evening
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Sweet. Baby. Jesus…
Category: admin
The Promise
No, not the new hit from 30 Seconds To Mars, or indeed anyone similar, but merely a vow to get the photos from the weekend up onto Flickr… tomorrow.
Today’s shenanigans on the beach, followed by the trip home and then an impromptu braai and several (or more) beers have left me short on energy and inclination for anything other than my nice cosy bed on this distinctly autumnal evening.
So – the pledge is that the weekend’s photos will be uploaded to Flickr tomorrow.
Really, I promise.
Sunday
Nursed a hangover.
Collected the kids.
Went to a braai.
Missed the football.
Drank some beer.
Saw the cricket. 🙁
Walked the beagle.
Hung some biltong.
Watched La Liga.
Wrote a listy blog post.
How was yours?
Probably someone else…
Incoming email reply from local restaurant manager begins:
You are, unless I am much mistaken, Mr @6000 on Twitter. I follow you via our [local restaurant] account and I am a fan of your twitter persona and your most entertaining and informative website. We shall see to it that [another local restaurant] and several others become so as well. That way, they may all learn something from you.
Oh blimey. My reputation precedes me. Although it’s a bit of stretch to just think “microbiologist” and “6000.co.za email address”, and assume that we are one, the same, and have a numerical pseudnym on a popular social media platform (although we are, and we do).
To be honest, it’s an even bigger stretch to call this blog “most entertaining and informative”, but hey, I’ll take it.
More customer service like this, please.
Braai or Blog?
What with all the catching up after this week’s Immodium-fest, it came down to a choice between these two behemoths of time-passing enjoyment late this afternoon.
And, sorry for you, reader, I went with the braai. There were guests too, guests who brought potatoes and a cabbage salad: made… with cabbage.
There were anecdotes, there was laughter, there was a disturbing amount of balsamic vinegar in the cabbage salad dressing.
Tomorrow, there will be ample time for blogging, and there are no plans for any alliterative alternative to challenge it for supremacy.
As long as no-one mentions beer, of course.