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.

The good, the bad and…

… and actually that’s it. What on earth were you expecting?

It’s been a busy weekend, Chez 6000. Loads of little niggly jobs got done, which was great, but niggly.

What’s left of the garden (remember those water restrictions?) got a bit of much-needed attention. It’s looking good (ish) all things considered.

We planted a lemon tree, because when life gives you a lemon tree, you… plant it. Especially as it’s not very water wise, so there will be nothing to make lemonade out of anyway.

United scraped home against a 9-man Shrewsbury Town. Eish.

We braai’ed and, as is usual when we braai, I drank ever so slightly too much red wine.

I’m going to order a drone tomorrow. I think the pain of Lily needs to be exorcised.

(Nuclear) safety first

The nuclear power station just up the road (the only nuclear power station in Africa, nogal) has just suspended its Safety Officer.


Fortunately (I think, anyway) the reasons behind this are “merely” that when a drone crashed within the grounds of said power station, the security staff gave it back to the people who crashed it and didn’t report it, prompting the suspension of their boss and this quote from spokesperson Khulu Phasiwe:

Possibly they thought maybe it was just a small thing. And maybe it was a small thing, because we just don’t know.

I love this sort of blunt honesty from spokespeople.

To be fair, a couple of guards handing a drone back to some errant teenagers who were playing on the beach nearby is fairly low down the list of terrible things that a nuclear power station’s Safety Officer could be suspended for.

Although, of course, to be fair, a couple of guards handing a drone back to some potential terrorists who are planning an attack on the nuclear facility nearby is slightly higher on the list of terrible things that a nuclear power station’s Safety Officer could be suspended for, I suppose.

Anyway, all will be fine, because:

The police are investigating the matter, though, to see as to what went wrong and what can be done to make sure that something like this does not happen in future.

So that’s all ok then. Unless the terrorists teenagers have already got all the footage they need.

No Lily

After a million* broken promises and several (or more) independent warnings of doom and, indeed, gloom, I have finally run out of patience and goodwill and cancelled my Lily order. Their “support” team’s pathetic reply to my email on the shipping fiasco was the final straw.

Essentially, what has happened is that I have given the Lily developers a 13-month long interest-free loan. That would suck a huge, huge amount, were it not for the fact that I paid in US dollars and, thanks to JZ’s ridiculous shenanigans in the intervening period, I will have made a healthy profit in Rand terms.

Everyone wins then, save for the developers (who lose a sale), me (who gets no Lily) and the South African economy, which is up Kak Creek with no paddle in sight.

I’m now saving up for a DJI Phantom 4. It may take some time**.


* conservative estimate
** conservative estimate

I will wait, I will wait for you

And I will wait, I will wait for you…

So sang banjo enthusiasts and all round folk rockers, Mumford and Sons.

Now, I’m no fan of Marcus Mumford and his merry band of men, but they hit the proverbial on the proverbial with this one. As did I in this post, because my Lily drone is now overdue.

This isn’t a surprise to me. They let me know, in a characteristically transparent email [I’ve PDF’d it here] which they sent before Christmas. My Lily is now due sometime in Summer 2016 (the Northern Hemisphere version thereof, of course).

We’re still ironing out logistics for our new shipping timeline. We expect to fulfil all of our pre-orders in the Summer 2016. Details will be shared as soon as they are available. We promise 🙂

The open-ended nature of that “Summer 2016” promise is mildly concerning, but hey, we’ll get there.

What is disappointing is that between the previously promised shipping date and this new one, I’m doing two overseas trips – one a once-in-a-lifetime one, including some prime Lily-playing territory – and I’m rather sad to be missing that opportunity.


The crew at Lily continue to stay in touch just about weekly, informing me of latest developments, test results and new staff. I still believe that this is going to happen (although some on Facebook are more dubious) – I just wish it had happened already.