Crazy day, with so much rushing around. Not all good things either, but then that’s life.
I’ll do a property pay tomorrow, but for now, the tentacles at a well-known Portuguese restaurant are calling.
Crazy day, with so much rushing around. Not all good things either, but then that’s life.
I’ll do a property pay tomorrow, but for now, the tentacles at a well-known Portuguese restaurant are calling.
I don’t want to give too much away about this, but I was looking through some old South African music while I was dotting i’s and crossing t’s, and I found this, by famous local group Watershed (Indigo Girl, Letters):
A day out along Chapman’s Peak and down towards Cape Point, by the look of things.
A very decent cover version: nothing too wildly different, but certainly not exactly the same except for who’s singing it. Nice car, nice scooter… hey, wait a second! Weird twist.
Craig Hinds (for it is he) is still carrying the Watershed moniker and brand around SA. I’m rather tempted to go and watch one of his shows – just for old times sake.
With the World Cup coming up (and although I’m really not invested at all) (just yet), you might not want to miss a single minute of the ridiculous number (104) of matches.
But nature will still call from time to time. And so it pays to be prepared.
Thankfully, I spotted this handy hint on the letters page of a magazine (IYKYK) before I started work on our house.

I was really leaning towards the “loo-ving room” plan, so it does feel like I’ve dodged a bit of bullet here.
Thanks, Hector.
And now I’m looking into a waterproof TV for the shower wall. And maybe some padding for the toilet seat.
Having a bit of a hectic Monday, but (or maybe so?) I’m finding time for this live performance of I Giorni (The Days) from blog favourite Ludovico Einaudi last year.
Honestly, everything else can wait. Take just six minutes out to reset, regroup and regather your thoughts with some beautiful, peaceful music, and some stunning visuals of a special piece at a special concert.
I’ve torn a muscle in my lower left leg, and never has a truer Instagram thing been plonked on my feed…

How do they know? How?!?
It’s really so irritating. I can’t run or play football – I can’t really walk very well at the moment – and it’s all just very frustrating. What did I do to cause this problem? I went for a run: not even a fast run, not even a hard run. Just an ordinary run and now my leg doesn’t work properly.
I’ll have a review of how things are going tomorrow morning and maybe give the Physio a call, but I’m thinking that not running and not playing football will be right up there amongst her advice, and all of the Southern Suburbs will know if she tries to massage it. It’s quite sore.
Still – let’s look on the positive side of things. Things could be worse: I don’t have chronic plantar fascia pain…

…and (thankfully) my legs don’t look like that.
I think he’s going to need more than just a bit of dry needling to sort them out.