I think this is going to be fun

Considering the somewhat hefty wind which has been plauging Cape Town since I opened up ‘Florence’ the drone yesterday afternoon, I’m quite impressed that she has even got off the floor.

But she’s a robust lass, and with only occasional struggles against the southeaster, we’ve already had some good fun together.

This is my kids (and a couple of friends) from 30m up earlier today. If you’re reading, Claremont Cricket Club, you might want to revisit your weedkilling strategy. (But many thanks for the use of your airspace.)

D-Day

Not the infamous Normandy landings. My very own D-Day – it is [drum roll] Drone Delivery Day. Yes, finally, almost 2 years after the start of the whole Lily debacle, it all ends today. Hopefully, anyway.
The call came through on Wednesday afternoon that the shipment from the US of A had arrived in the R of SA and that my name was on the list to be one of the lucky recipients of the units therein. Delivery was promised yesterday or today (but probably today), and since nothing much happened yesterday, I’m imagining that today is D-Day – hence the title of this post.

Drone Delivery Day. So should that be DD-Day? Double D Day?
Or is that a bit too big (careful now).

[here are a long gap in writing]

Sorry – I got dragged away there. Strategy meeting – hours of it. Joy and indeed rapture. But there is light at the end that tunnel – and that light might come from the headlights of MY NEW DRONE WHICH HAS BEEN DELIVERED TO MY HOUSE WHILE I WAS IN THE MEETING!

Much like actually arriving in Bergen for the a-ha concert in May last year, I hardly dare believe that it’s happened, and yet the money has long since exited my bank account and the delivery has happened. They’d better not have messed it up. I’m sure they won’t have done, but somehow, a nagging doubt remains.

To be honest that’s probably the last you’ll hear of the whole drone thing. It seems likely that I won’t ever mention anything about it again.

As you were then.