How is this a real image?
I know it’s couple of days old now, and that things move fast these days, especially in the case of this conflict. But it looks like something from a cartoon.
And yet it’s also tragic that there are kids inspecting this unexploded missile in a field in Syria.
Still, could be worse…
“Ahmed! Stop that right now!”
A couple of hours in the sun at Kirstenbosch this afternoon, before the upcoming Matthew Mole concert made things loud and busy.
A few lizards and mice around. Plenty of birds, including a rather hungry Cape Sugarbird (Promerops cafer) and some very pretty, very dainty Black Saw-wings (Psalidoprocne pristoptera)
A few kilometres and some very nice fresh air was just what I needed after an unexpectedly boozy evening out last night and a very necessary lie-in this morning.
Now it’s back to real life with some household chores and a bit of FA Cup football.
A quick proud dad moment, as Little Miss 6000 braved a horse high on horse medicine (the horse, not her), an unfortunate incident involving a dog at the showground, and several or more injuries to her shoulder and leg to WIN the next round of jumping at the local horse jumping show.
A glorious red and white rosette is hers, and well-deserved it was too.
A great comeback in the face of adversity.
And that wasn’t it. Because Mrs 6000 also came home with a couple of rosettes for her performances on the back of a very lively horse. It’s actually amazing to live amongst equestrian greats like these.
Of course, theirs weren’t the only great rides on the day, but I will leave other parents and partners, and their blogs to inform you about just how good their offspring and spouses were this morning.
That’s for them to crow about, not me.
A good few hours, well spent.
Rugby League is back. Not here in SA, where quite literally no-one thinks that it’s real, but in the UK and in Australia. I’d love to watch some from the UK, but we don’t get that here. But two or three NRL games a week is a very welcome addition to my sport-watching programme [Mrs 6000 groans].
And because of the time difference, it doesn’t get in the way of the footy!
The Harvey Norman replay returns!
See?
We’re 30 minutes into a game that I’m really not that bothered about, between two teams that I don’t even like, and I’m already questioning the ref’s poor decisions and I’m already fed up with James Tedesco’s whining. To be fair, he’s mainly whining about the ref’s poor decisions, but still…
And it’s only on in the background while I’m doing other stuff.
[goes and does other stuff in the kitchen at half time]
Still, it’s a nice escape from the other stuff that’s happening around the world.
Although if the ref keeps going with calls like he’s just started the second half on, there will be violence.
And quite reasonably, too.
As the world slips ever closer to global warfare, with South Africa offering to be the mediator between the US/Israel and Iran – basically the equivalent of letting Pep Guardiola referee a Manchester City game – there’s very little to be happy about.
The countries involved in the conflict are trying their hardest to win the battle for hearts and minds with selective reporting, and the fake news sites are furiously peddling their wares. It’s hard to know what to believe. And it’s sometimes harder to accept the things that are (probably) true.
And so, as ever, we turn to humour.
This is (almost certainly) fake news, but it’s very well done:
Indeed. Frying pan and fire stuff.
More tomorrow, when I wake up to find out which new country has joined the fun.