Away again – Klein Karoo edition

Not Sheffield United (although we are), but us. Away with friends for a long weekend out towards the Klein Karoo.

It’s a remote farmhouse up in the hills that I visited with other friends about 18 months ago. That was a lot of fun, and I’m looking forward to another great weekend away.

There is no cell signal (which is awesome), but there is wifi, which is also awesome.

Still… you know me. I’m not taking any chances with the upcoming 14 year (eish!) blog post history, and so I’ll be popping some pre-written stuff up.

Usual rules apply for this sort of thing: it’s not my fault if the posts fail to mention or acknowledge any sort of nuclear disaster or terrorist attack that has happened since I wrote them. I’m not a fortune teller.
And also, obviously follow my IG for any images of our beautiful surroundings.
And also, I might post some “live” stuff while I’m there: I sometimes do more than one post a day. No rules against that.

See you again tomorrow (but actually only on Tuesday).

Apologies

There were plans for a nice big blog post today.

But then suddenly, there was some impromptu horseriding (not me), and then I accidently lit a braai and opened a bottle of red wine.

And suddenly it’s 9 o’clock. And now I want to settle down and watch some Premier League footy.

So, let’s try again tomorrow, shall we?

Sorry about that.

Another day, another car park

Gone are the days of the twice weekly sojourns to the old car park in Milnerton.

But Tuesday afternoons bring me to a different car park at the moment.

We nearly died getting here. In slow motion, sure, but still. The Stanhope Road bridge in Claremont – IYKYK – was like the Wild West this afternoon, with four lanes of taxis, Checkers bikes and old women in Mercedes fighting it out to get into the one remaining lane over the bridge. The traffic lights weren’t even being treated as a suggestion by anyone.

Every man, woman and vehicle for him, her and them self.

Absolute chaos.

And this car park is somehow worse today in that there’s a water polo match going on just over there [points], and water polo is the most whistle-happy sport in the world.

Every. Three. Seconds.

Additionally, Vodacom is misbehaving. Not in an illicit corporate way (possibly, anyway), but in just not providing any decent service. And that’s making my time here rather fruitless and very frustrating.

Who even knows if this blog post will work? But I need to get it done now because it’s curry for dinner and Sheffield United for the win this evening.

Well, definitely the curry bit, at least.

Let’s pray to any available deity and hit the PUBLISH button. 

All too late

Bit knackered after a very busy day, so making the sensible decision to reach for the bottle of Courvoisier and enjoy a well-earned glass before bedtime.

Tomorrow promises to be equally nuts, but I’ll try and get a post out a bit earlier than I’ve managed today.

T&Cs and all that though…

Rough

It’s been a while since I’ve been unwell.

But I’ve got a virus. Not sure how.

Maybe like one of those things out of The Day Of The Triffids where they all went blind from the alien meteor shower firework show.

But you just feel crap and viral after seeing the lunar eclipse.

Either way (and I fully suspect that it’s neither of those ways), I’m hitting the sack early in the hope that I’ll feel better tomorrow.