A quick proud dad moment, as Little Miss 6000 braved a horse high on horse medicine (the horse, not her), an unfortunate incident involving a dog at the showground, and several or more injuries to her shoulder and leg to WIN the next round of jumping at the local horse jumping show.
A glorious red and white rosette is hers, and well-deserved it was too.
A great comeback in the face of adversity.
And that wasn’t it. Because Mrs 6000 also came home with a couple of rosettes for her performances on the back of a very lively horse. It’s actually amazing to live amongst equestrian greats like these.
Of course, theirs weren’t the only great rides on the day, but I will leave other parents and partners, and their blogs to inform you about just how good their offspring and spouses were this morning. That’s for them to crow about, not me.
It’s been a scorcher of a day, and it’s far from over.
Two meetings – one at school and one in the neighbourhood – will keep us out until after 9, and honestly, I could really do with being in bed already. The heat is manageable in the short-term, but draining overall.
It seems likely (and sensible) that I head to bed early this evening, what with the 18 (eighteen) simultaneous Champions League ties to look forward(?) to tomorrow evening. It’ll surely be a late one.
Currently, I’m in a car park (not that one), waiting for Art Class to finish, and going through some photos looking for one to put on my office wall. Something big and colourful. I’ve found a lot of big, and a lot of colourful, but the circles apparently only just overlap. And you can’t have something second-rate on a wall you see each and every day. It needs to be good and it needs to mean something. I’m struggling with the brief.
And so maybe I’ll wander over to the far side of the field and watch a bit of cricket.
The last bit of relaxation before a hectic evening.
I decided to be sensible and not to. But then circumstances took over anyway. Because sadly, our son’s car was broken into while he was dodgeballing, and stuff – a lot of stuff – was stolen. Parked outside, in a private car park, under a very bright floodlight and behind security-manned barriers and with only one way onto (and off) the site, 50 whole metres of direct sight from the security booth. His was one of about ten cars that got done.
So those two security guys are at best, utterly useless, and at worst, actually just complicit. As a TikkiTokker would say: “Let me know what you think in the comments”.
As is the way with these things, we’re not sure exactly when it happened. But for police and insurance purposes, we’re saying about 8pm.
Reporting it all to the police took quite a while, and then there was the drive home, and so actually, I was still wandering about at half past midnight, and yes, I was absolutely right, my body did not appreciate the 6am wake up call in the morning.
Not one bit.
Yesterday was all about paperwork and glass vacuuming. But can I just shout out our insurance?
Because the working day begins at 8:30am.
The claim form arrived at 8:50am and we had Glassfit in touch with us before 9am*.
I submitted the claim form yesterday afternoon, the claim was settled by close of business yesterday and the money was paid into our account at 10:30am today. That’s only 38½ hours from the incident. And only 26 hours since we told them about the incident.
Bloody hell.
Here in SA, we – quite rightly – complain about the poor service we get (and there’s plenty of it to choose from), but it’s only right that we praise the good service as well. And this is more than good. It’s unbelievable. (But it is also true.)
So. Despite all the ads you see for that green and purple company, can I recommend that if you are looking for a decent insurer, then maybe you should give RBS a go? If you want, you can tell them that I sent you, but I doubt that it’ll make any difference either way.
Absolutely mindblowing stuff.
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*There’s no window glass in stock in Cape Town, so we have to wait until Friday or Monday before it can be fitted, depending on transport, but I don’t think that I can blame anyone in particular for that.
Warning: Juvenile post ahead! (As if you hadn’t guessed from the title.)
But seriously, Little Miss 6000 recently did her Grade 7 vocal exam. And the natural progression is now to Grade 8, although there’s a consensus that there’s not going to be too much hard work towards that in the remainder of this year.
Just a look.
And so the books were brought home last week. And… well… I was honestly expecting something a little more grown-up and challenging than this:
The rest of the piece (and this bit too, I suppose) is in German.
And I’m sure that it’s going to sound beautiful. But if you can read music, then you’ll note (no pun intended) just how bars 29 and 30 are going to sound, and you’ll understand that I’m going to struggle to keep a straight face.
