It was a disturbed night, the burglar alarm, confused by loadshedding, seeing things that weren’t there.
And a morning filled with jobs, errands and not enough time.
The afternoon: some more loathsome loadshedding, some history homework (I love what he wrote) and a passionate but eventually disappointing display from The Mighty Blades.
I’ve punctuated events since lunchtime with Castle Milk Stout.
Tomorrow promises to be every bit as busy. I’m setting my alarm clock early to drive the kids
away to a Scouts hike down south. And we’ll go from there.