Last full day

It is, and has been, as the title suggests, our last full day in Sheffield.

After being thrown out of the restaurant last night, we needed a decent pick-me-up, and so early morning swimming, a really good lunch here and then a cool time at the local Escape The Room was quite literally the order of the day.

It was all going so well until we managed to get a child locked in the Voodoo Room in Malin Bridge, but I guess it means there will be a bit more spare space on the flight tomorrow. And five of the six of us did manage to get out, so that’s a 83.3% success rate. That’s almost three South African matric passes, so don’t try to tell me that’s not good.
Always look for the positives, as my dear old Mum used to say.

The rest of us will be heading back tomorrow.

Indian

What a day.
We’ve been shopping all day.

All. Day.

I mean, I like shopping as much as the next man, so you can imagine what sort of day I’ve had. I did manage to avoid visiting the new Ikea here in Sheffield though, and it’s those sort of small victories you need to cherish. Especially when you’ve been shopping All. Day.

So tonight is date night and I’ve chosen a local Indian restaurant. It’s this one in a local suburb, and things were going fine until someone rhymed the two words by saying Ranmoori Tandoori. And now I can’t stop saying it. And when I do, one of the kids says it again (because it’s hilarious) and then I start saying it again.

We’re basically about an hour away from me being a total buffoon and insulting them to their faces.

What a day.

It’s not all walk walk walk…

Another busy day, spent playing with the Mavic, walking in the Peak District and then Geocaching around Granddad’s home. (As in the area around where he lives, not in the various rooms of his house.)

A lot of fresh air was inhaled and we did twelve kilometres we won’t ever get back.

This photo was taken from (near to) our third find this afternoon. Looking west along the Rivelin valley. It’s not a bad view, I don’t think.

All about today

The difficulties in accessing the back end of the blog continue, and the worst bit is that there doesn’t seem to be any pattern to them. Once there’s a pattern, you can start working out the problem, but at the moment, one device will work on one network, but not another, while another device will work on the the second network but not the first. And then, suddenly, it all changes around.

This post is being written on gmail on a computer that won’t connect to the blog, and then I’m going to cut and paste it into 6000 miles… from my phone, which is connected to the same network but which can see the blog and I don’t know how or why or even who.

Caches have been refreshed, blog plugins have been poked, help has been sought.
It hasn’t made a lot of difference.

Tonight, having enjoyed a lot of football since I arrived, I’m going to watch some football. It’s my daughter’s first ever footy match and it’s a big one. I’m guessing/hoping that we’ll see close on 30,000 at Beautiful Downtown Bramall Lane for the visit of Wolves. A far cry from the 105 who turned up at Sandygate last night to see some woeful refereeing and a 0-2 defeat for The Countrymen, then.
With a late night on the cards, we’ve been taking it easy today, helping Granddad out in the garden and sorting out some shopping, but I still feel like I’m ready for bed. Is there time for a pre-dinner nap? Hmm… possibly.

Oh, and I’ve also tried to upload some photos, but I’m of the mind to do a HUGE upload once I’m back in Cape Town, with LightRoom at my disposal.
There’s some stuff happening on Instagram if you don’t feel that you can wait for my return.

Footy Fix

I could stay in and watch the Champignons League this evening. Or I could get my fix somewhere altogether more local…
FA Vase football at the World’s Oldest Football Ground and within walking distance of the house?

Sounds like a plan.