On the weekend, I bought some flat plastic tubing from local DIY Superstore Builders Whorehouse (Thanks, H). It cost at R18 a metre. That did seem a bit steep, but Builders isn’t exactly known for its great value.
I attached the flat plastic tubing to the bottom of various drainpipes around the house and positioned the other ends into the garden or the pool.
And, thanks to last night’s brief, thundery downpour, I was rewarded with several (or more) litres of fresh rainwater in a turgid sausage.
All of that (and the contents of the other sausages) would have been lost down the drain. But because of this somewhat serpentine intervention, we’ll now be able to use the pool for an extra 9 minutes this summer.
Bit of a weird one this evening. I’ve brought the family out to the cottage down in Agulhas, while Mrs 6k has stayed in Cape Town (for logistical reasons). So I have kids and grandparents (the kids’, not mine) to look after and entertain, while the wife rattles around the Cape Town house all alone.
It’s a weird one for her as well, the first time she’s had the house completely to herself… well… ever, really.
I thought that I should give her a call to check that everything was ok, only to find that she was floating around the pool on her lilo and drinking cider. I took that as a yes.
Of course, she can do that when the rest of the family are at home too, but it seems that she actually enjoys not being divebombed by the kids and tipped into the water (also… er… by the kids *cough*) every few seconds.
Apologies for the continued lack of action here. We’re been test driving the newly refurbished pool.
As you can see, it’s been incredibly hard work.
Back in December when we arranged the repairs to the pool and the pool area, the weather was pretty rubbish in Cape Town.
But we couldn’t have foreseen that we’d choose to have it done during the hottest week in living memory.
It’s a job that has to be done during the summer months, because the lower water table in the drier seasons lessens the risk of your pool literally popping out of the ground. (On first hearing about this possible phenomenon, I was desperate to see it happen – then I saw how much it was going to cost me if it did.)
But the summer months have weeks that are in the mid-20s, which would have been fine. Right now, in an effort to get any sort of comfort, I’m writing this from next door’s pond.
Today was the first “proper” day of “summer”.
We celebrated it by playing in the pool, something like this (which was taken back in March).
And then we headed out for a romantic dinner. And plenty of red wine.
You are indeed fortunate that I managed to squeeze a blog post in between those two events.