Hello. I’m all alone.
I’m doing a “maintenance visit” to the cottage: checking that we have enough electricity to see us through until our next visit (we didn’t), and making sure that everything’s generally ok. It’s only the second time I’ve had to do one of these in six years, but we’ve had to cancel our last two weekends here due to important commitments in Cape Town, and we hadn’t planned on not being here for an eight week stretch.
You don’t want your freezer to die from a lack of power. Or anything else for that matter.
I used the opportunity to bring down some furniture as well – easily sorted when you have an otherwise empty vehicle. Two birds and all that.
I could have done it in one day, but the six hour or so round trip was unattractive, so I’m overnighting. I managed a walk on the beach this afternoon (photos to follow, as usual) and I’m now going to lob a steak on the braai. I’m making the most of the situation here.
There’s even talk of some brandy later, but you don’t want to believe everything you hear.
My Dad has really gone to town this evening. Along with a few other United fans.
They’re all there to see the team – Champions of League One – arrive at their reception at the Town Hall.
And here are the lads on the bus from Beautiful Downtown Bramall Lane.
I’m sure that videos and better pics will follow, but all reports thus far indicate that the team (and the manager) may have had a couple of beers in the way up. Oops.
One of those nights that I’d love to be back home – that home. But then, the red wine here is so much better.
In which I find myself on a teeny-tiny plane heading back to Cape Town. This is no A380.
It’s actually an Express Jet CRJ200.
And that’s twice as good as a CRJ100. So it’s not all bad news.
Tomorrow’s post will bring photos. As will the following thirty-seven posts, because I took loads and loads.
Right. Now let’s see if this thing can actually fly…
I’m lucky enough to be heading out of town again this weekend. That’s nice for me, but not so great for you guys, as I’m going to have to rely on pre-written nonsense on here instead of the usual fresh nonsense that you’ve come to know
I’d imagine that you’ll want to share in my travels (because I’m going somewhere particularly cool), so I’ll be sticking some photos up on Flickr when I get back.
However, in the meantime, your best bet (assuming I can find a wifi where I’m going) is probably to follow me on Instagram, here:
So you can see what I see.
It was a day. Some stuff went well, some stuff didn’t. And that was the case even if stuff got sub-catagorised: for example, bits of the football were good, others not. And now I’m watching Chelsea and Spurs kicking chunks out of each other.
It ended – the day, not the FA Cup semi final – with me wandering around in the dark, barefoot, 200 metres around the corner up the road from our house, chasing an UberEats driver who had already taken 35 minutes to do a 5 minute trip. Guess how nice our food was?
The UberEats experience didn’t have a positive side.
Tomorrow will also be a day. Hopefully with less UberEats and more happy bits.