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.
Trees in Wynberg Park on the weekend.
Maybe it’s always been a Cape Town/South African thing, but I’ve suddenly noticed that the daytime light this winter is horrible for taking photos in. Low, vivid (but not in a good way); harsh and devoid of warmth. It could just be that we’re having a very Joburg-esque winter this year: bright and cold. Or maybe it’s just that I’m taking more photos – and from a different perspective.
Either way, I’m struggling. Bring on summer.
It’s nearly the end of July, and that means that it’ll soon be August. After that… [double checks] yes, September.
So what? This happens every year, right?
Well, yes it does, but September 1st is unofficially known as Spring Day in South Africa, bringing with it… well… Spring. Not really Spring, but unofficially Spring. Springy enough not to be Winter anymore. Unofficially, at least.
That also happens every year, but given that we’re basically 5 weeks away from it (and therefore 5 weeks away from what is unofficially the end of the rainy season), and our dams are still looking emptier than an ANC promise, we really should be well into full panic mode by now. Especially given that the medium term forecast for the next fortnight (making up, as it does, 40% of that 5 week period) shows no sign of significant rainfall for the Western Cape.
Look, tomorrow is not going to be dry, but with a forecast of just 5.2mm of precipitation over 24 hours, it’s not going to be particularly wet either.
With the Cape Town dams sitting at 27.4% of capacity (as per this morning’s city figures) – and with the last 10% of that infamously “unusable” – things are looking every bit as precarious as ever. Add to that the fact that Cape Town’s residents are using 643,000,000 litres a day (that’s 143,000,000 litres or almost 30% more than we should be) and you (actually “we”) have a recipe for disaster.
There’s enough publicity about this situation on the TV, the internet (not least this damned blog), the radio and everywhere else for everyone in Cape Town to understand the gravity of the situation. But given that we’re apparently still paying no attention and not saving nearly enough of the wet stuff, I’ve now come to the conclusion that a lot of the locals simply don’t care.
I wonder how they’ll feel in 6 months time?