Spotted on Geoguessr.
I was very glad to see that this place had sash windows.
IYKYK…
However, it turns out that this place was in Inverness in Scotland, not Ecuador!
Appropriate window style
Author: 6000
A quick post on a rainy day
Yes, seriously: a rainy day.
We don’t get many of them in Cape Town at this time of the year.
Anyway, two things to cover today. The main one being the widespread outrage* at the lack of a beagle update in yesterday’s post. I won’t be making that mistake again.
The beagle is doing fine, thank you very much. A first check-up with the vet this morning was passed with flying colours and we are now moving on towards bandage removal next week. Stitches and staples will come out the week after that, and then there’s this crazy plan to get her into a swimming pool for some hydrotherapy.
Good luck with that.
The other thing is to do a control image for yesterday’s Heathrow picture. Because how do you know that it isn’t always that quiet (although, you do).
So here’s that one for you. Some catch-up going on.
On that note, we’ve got a quiet day overhead today, with all the local planes taking off to the North, and not bothering this side of the peninsular at all.
Like how I tied that all together at the end?
Mmm. Me too.
* I got a whole email
Heathr-no
Like the airport, but with a different ending.
Amazing Covid-esque like scenes at Europe’s busiest airport this morning, as a fire at a nearby substation crashed the power to the whole place, necessitating its closure for the day.
It’s like a plane-free ghost town there at the moment:
Especially when you compare it to other normally-running European airports like Schiphol:
or Frankfurt:
The later local flights from Cape Town, which set off yesterday evening, but then found that they had nowhere to land, have diverted to Barcelona and Madrid.
Buenos días, señor.
I mean, lucky them. The other flight ended up at Gatwick.
Eww.
The flights that were due to come down from LHR to Cape Town made it out before the whole gemors, and – if all goes well – should be able to leave on time tonight. But obviously, the flights which were due to depart from Heathrow to Cape Town this evening will now, not.
We’re not going to have a lot of influence on the global repositioning of the planes from the 1,400 flights that will be affected. But the knock-on effect for tourists wanting to EsCape Town tomorrow will be tangible.
Oh no. We’re going to have to stay another day or two rather than going back to London.
Heartbreaking for them.
No sleep til bedtime
Yeah, remember that song?
Tony Hawks is still doing the rounds on the more mature end of the UK comedy circuit.
But no.
Because I spent last night downstairs with the beagle – a rather swish, organised affair with a mattress and everything – and the beagle didn’t sleep very much, I am knackered. I have been knackered all day, and I’m off out to a birthday party this evening.
A late afternoon nap seemed in order.
I was all set up for that when next door’s kids (quite rightly) ignored the light rain and started playing outside, loudly. No sooner had I closed the appropriate windows than the dog across the road started expressing its outrage at one (or more) passing bastard squirrels. And then Mr Leaf Blower kicked in.
It did all rather seem like a conspiracy.
Anyway, long story short, I finally managed to grab an hour, during which time I dreamt vividly about a weird guitar competition involving an Austrian gentleman. As you do.
I’m feeling almost – almost – human again.
Let’s go party*!
* but let’s also not stay out too late, ok?
Return of the Beagle
The beagle is back home after a night in the hospital. Yes, she’s smashed off her face on drugs, mostly wrapped in a MASSIVE bandage and quite pissed off with the world, but we’re all allowed to be like that after surgery.
It doesn’t help that it’s the hottest day of the year. When the sun – already lower than proper summer – hit the thermometer earlier, it showed 46.8C.
But even that was only 11 more than in the shade.
I’ve just remembered that I’m playing football this evening. :/
So now comes the hard work. The rehabilitation, gentle exercise, general care. Of the beagle, obviously.
A long road ahead. But it’s good to have her home.