Not literally. But an afternoon of braai’ing with several (or more) adults and eight kids aged between 4 and 10 years old, together with a near immeasurable amount of beer has just about done for me.
Not that it wasn’t fun. It was fun. But my ears are still ringing and my house looks like something akin to Attercliffe after the Sheffield blitz. But with a beagle.
It’s not just South Africa. Everything slowly descends into chaos.
Seriously. Whenever atoms are in any given structure or arrangement, they are displaying unnatural organisation. The universe doesn’t like that and it fights back by reducing everything slowly and surely into chaos.
That’s not such a difficult thing to consider when you’re thinking about a radioactive isotope, but then someone goes and makes this (equally valid) observation:
Depressingly, it’s all true.
Snoopy is rapidly disintegrating and so am I.
And before you start feeling all superior, so are you.
I’m exhausted. It’s been a long, long day. And that’s what life is going to be like for the rest of the run up to our December trip to the UK. Errands, meetings, lunches, braais (so no, it’s not all been hard work) and the delight of mid afternoon loadshedding. And then the extra hour and a half they added on to it. FFS.
I’m going to continue to try and update this blog each day, but given the way things are going, I promise nothing. It doesn’t mean that you aren’t top of my priority list though. It’s just that you share that position with several other things as well.
You know how it is, right?