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Sunday

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I have spent much of the day editing photos.

Let’s just say that they are done and leave it there. As ever, some good stuff, some not so good, but then a handful of images that just stand out. Throw enough darts, you’ll get some bullseyes.

Several of them.

And so, with some light relief required, I lit the braai. Because that’s what we do down here.

Yeah. We’ve got some wood to get through.
Can’t wait.

Good chicken, great ribs, disappointing steak – no fault of mine – you can’t win all the time.

But a nice Shiraz and a great evening. Almost – almost – ready for the week ahead.

Almost.

A scheduled post to test my scheduled post settings

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You know that I’ve been doing this daily blogging thing for an awfully long time. But because sometimes I’m travelling or I’m out of range (because that’s something that can happen a lot in South Africa) or I’m just a bit knackered; and because WordPress has a nice reliable system to make sure that I can write in advance and then publish when I want, I schedule a post (or two) to go out and keep that daily record going.

I don’t think it’s cheating, for the simple reason that cheating involves breaking rules, and there are no rules when it comes to this sort of thing. Even if they were, I would make them, and I’d just include “You can schedule posts” as one of them.

So we’re all good.

Until I wrote a post yesterday, and:

WordPress just ignored my request to publish this post this morning. No apology, no warning, no explanation. And what’s more, when I rescheduled it to see if it was a one-off, it failed again.

Maybe it was just that post though, so I’m going to write another one (you’re reading it), schedule it for a few minutes into the future, and see what happens.

If it doesn’t work, I’ll have to work out why it hasn’t worked. And if it does work, I still won’t feel that I can trust WordPress 100%. But that’s anxiety for another day.

So… let’s see what’s going to happen, shall we?

UPDATE:

Oh dear.

“Gutted that they’re moving”

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Spotted on an estate agent site in the UK, this property in Kent.

Ah yes, you can tell that the owner is a real “character”, can’t you?


Exactly the sort of person you want next door.

And if you thought that the front was bad (because it is), then just check out the back garden.

Ugh. Imagine opening your bedroom curtains to that each morning. Take it somewhere out of sight.

I’m sure that their neighbours are all absolutely gutted that they’re moving.

So, are you still with us?

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What? Me?

Oh, after this?

Yes.

But it was very, very hot.

I got to the place early, and having heaved my car door open into the thick, still, Green Point atmosphere, decided that I would head for the sea (only a couple of hundred metres away) in search of some moving air.

A gentle warm-up (lol!) run along the Prom followed, and there was an occasional breath of air, but it didn’t do much to cool anything down. It certainly wasn’t the fresh, sea breeze that I was longing for. And it was 41oC in the shade: of which there is infamously none on Green Point Prom.

In fact, it was so hot that Garmin gave me a virtual badge for running in it. Although I’m not sure that they should be encouraging anyone to be getting out and about in that sort of heat.

I went for just a couple of kilometres, but the dense, heavy, hot conditions were definitely taking their toll, and there was still a football match to play, and so I headed back for the safety of the footy place, bravely ignoring the option of aircon in my car on the way back through the car park.

We played, and the match was a tight, hot, sweaty, well-contested affair.
Did we win? No. Not in scoreline terms, at least. But just surviving the game, getting to the car and being able to drive home without collapsing honestly felt like at least 3 points gained.

And those are the sort of victories that don’t show up on the league table, but do mean that you are able to show up at family breakfast the next morning.

It’s all about context.