Husband: “I want to go to Calvinia on holiday!”
Wife: “Well, I want to go to Sutherland on holiday!”
Both: “If only there was some way of sorting this rather mild disagreement out!”
Inadvertently finding this place while tracking Mrs 6000’s flight in from Dubai has made my day today.
Look, I had a bad night last night, ok?
I fully intend to follow this timetable this week:
However, I feel I may inadvertently have peaked too soon.
Yesterday evening, I washed my daughter’s long hair, just ahead of her bedtime. However, upon reaching for the hairdryer, I suddenly realised that it had taken my wife on a trip to Russia and was currently residing on a dressing table somewhere in the Belmond Grand Hotel Europe in Saint Petersburg, some 10,500km away.
Oops.
With the next door neighbour not answering their phone and the anguish at potentially having to sleep with wet locks growing, I had to improvise quickly, and that’s how we found ourselves sitting in my car in the garage, with the heaters on full blast and “hI” temperature.
Best dad ever.
Not quite as efficient as a genuine hairdryer, but every bit as effective, and with only mild carbon monoxide poisoning to boot. And anyway, my daughter looks cute with rosy cheeks.
Given that start to the week, I can’t even begin to imagine what Friday has in store for me.
Watch out, world!
Image: off the leash
This is properly interesting.
The idea that a photograph is shaped by who is behind the lens, rather than just who is in front of it.
No spoilers here, but the comment from the guy at 2:30 is amazing.
Great ad. Very clever. Made me want to go and take a photo.
Except the Missus has got my camera.
…was the somewhat ominous comment I put on this photo from November 2008. But there were no actual serious injuries that day.
That’s little 0.6 being swung by my Mum and me at De Mond nature reserve down in Cape Agulhas. It was a blisteringly hot day, which is why 5-month-old K-pu was sensibly sheltering under a tree somewhere back at the car park.
For the record, Alex is now 11½ and his sister has just turned 9. Shoulder injuries and medical bills would be much more likely these days.
When someone close leaves your life, they’re never really “gone”. Memories, jogged by photographs or visits or sounds or dates – or whatever – are always there.
I could easily be walking along that sandy track next to my Mum right now: she’s counting up to 3, for Alex’s next short flight. We’re watching the terns take flight through the heat haze. We’re listening to the crickets in the grass. We should really have brought some more water along. It is – as I mentioned before – really hot. The still air is thick. Alex wants another swing.
And then back to the weirdest, dodgiest self-catering place in all of Arniston (possibly even in all of South Africa).
And this is just one moment, on one afternoon, on one day. There’s literally a lifetime of other memories, each just waiting to be accessed.
She’d want us to remember it all, from the mundane to the unusual. And I do. Most every day.
I’m not sure how good these two week forecasts are (save perhaps to say that so far, this one has been bang on), but this image, shared by ‘Agricultural Economist’ Wandile Sihlobo seems to give us a bit of good news:
That little red spot at the bottom of the second picture is the promise of decent, heavy, significant rain for that second week of August.
If the previous forecast was accurate, then we can even say that that potential rainfall will take place somewhere between 8th-12th August.
But like I said, I have no idea how accurate these types of forecast are.