More loadshedding this evening…

…this time not in the UK or Australia, and not (holds thumbs, crosses fingers, whispers quiet prayer) in South Africa, either. Nope – this time, it’s Shanghai and Chengdu in China.

Uh-oh.

That sounds familiar.

I completely sympathise with the people in these cities: loadshedding is a complete pain in the butt, but once again, it’s somehow reassuring to know that we’re not the only ones suffering.

After all, as the famous old saying goes: “a problem shared is now a problem for loads more people than if you had just kept it to yourself”.

A family divided…

…by choice.

It’s been ages since we’ve been down to Agulhas, and the cottage probably needs a good clean and check-up, and certainly deserves some more electricity. But this weekend looks very cold and wet, and Mrs 6000 likes warm and dry, so she will be staying home with the Boy Wonder and I will be taking our daughter down to the stormy seaside for a couple of days.

The beagle will be bedding down, sloth-like, here in Cape Town.

The first thing to be packed in the car was a big bag of fresh firewood, and burning that is something that I’m very much looking forward to. The second thing to be packed was a couple of bottles of decent red wine, and drinking that is also something that I’m very much looking forward to.
As is dodging between the showers and getting some South Atlantic sea air and exercise on the beach.

The drive down might be less pleasant, but it’s a means to an end, and the end will hopefully be quite fun.

More from there tomorrow.

Powerless

Here: Kriel Power Station falls over and takes 2000MW with it, because of [checks notes] “heavy mist”:

Reminiscent of this or this.

And there: after the local joy that was felt at loadshedding almost happening in Australia last month, it turns out that the UK only just avoided the same fate last week.

Struggling with an aging and long underfunded national grid that was crying out for investment and updating (sound familiar), there was almost not enough electricity to go around last week, and loadshedding was only avoided by paying a frankly ridiculous price to secure some electricity from Belgium:

On July 20, surging electricity demand collided with a bottleneck in the grid, leaving the eastern part of the British capital briefly short of power. Only by paying a record high £9,724.54 (about $11,685) per megawatt hour — more than 5,000% higher than the typical price — did the UK avoid homes and businesses going dark. That was the nosebleed cost to persuade Belgium to crank up aging electricity plants to send energy across the English Channel.

Sounds like a lot anyway, but then especially when you compare it to what they usually pay:

The absurdity of that level is apparent when comparing it with the year-to-date average for UK spot electricity: £178 per megawatt hour.

We don’t have the luxury[?] of a Belgium right next door, so we couldn’t have lobbed out the R196,611.50 /MWh that would have been required to keep the lights on. So our lights would have gone off (like they probably will this evening), and like the UK’s very nearly did:

If Belgium had not helped, the grid would had been forced to “undertake demand control and disconnect homes from electricity,” says a grid spokesperson.

Of course:

“Demand control” = “Rolling blackouts” = “Loadshedding” = “Misery”

Thus, it can be deduced that when it comes to shaky electricity systems, the UK, Australia and SA are all basically the same, but our local (occasional) electricity provider is the only one that follows through on actually flicking the off switch.

Not a great day

It’s wet. It’s windy. It’s cold. There’s no electricity for the third time today, and this time it’s dark as well.

The internet is still working, thanks to the addition of another pricey new UPS, but everything has to balanced so that we don’t run out of juice on the laptop while we’re trying to enjoy the wifi.

I can’t find the Women’s UEFA game on DSTV and I want to watch because, well, there’s not much else I can do, and it’s from Bramall Lane and my Dad is there. That said, it’s halfway through the first half and there’s been one shot (not on target), so maybe I’m not missing much.

The beagle is curled up in front of the fire, and that seems like a good thing to do. I’m going to finish this, then curl up in my giant beanbag and watch YouTube videos until I can do some dinner for the family after 8pm.

Grr. So tired of this crap.

I miss my car park

This one. This one.

BUT NOT FOR LONG!

A last minute announcement of a last minute training session this evening, and so I get to go out to my car park one last time and enjoy two hours of low flying aircraft, a view (and smell) of the local oil refinery, and possibly a little doze in the car. And then back to loadshedding at home, our sixth cut in two days.
And we’ll get another three tomorrow. It’s very wearing.

The cold and wet weekend was full of beer, pizza and comfort food, and so I threw myself back into the gym this afternoon for an hour or so to try and make some small dent in the calorie count. I’m not sure that it’s done much good physically, but I feel a lot less guilty about those n beers on Saturday evening.

(Worryingly, n=8 in this particular instance. 4 whole litres of lagery goodness. Naughty naughty.)

It’s also been a productive day with a lot of jobs ticked off my to do list. Plenty more to get into tomorrow, but as I’ve mentioned, I might just chill out in my car park this evening.

EDIT: And I did.