Another year older, another year wiser. And to celebrate, this little lad came to join the family:
This is Claude. He’s very cute, and we’re going to spend the next few weeks getting him used to his new home in our home.
Welcome, Claude.
Finally feeling a bit better today, and ready to actually do stuff. Well, that was until I actually did stuff, and now I’m a bit knackered. But I am on the mend and that’s good news.
I do plan to take things easy for the rest of the day though.
And that’s why I hope that if we are invaded by giant anythings this afternoon (and given just how crazy the news has been just lately, who would rule that out?), it’s these guys…
Yeah, even in my current condition, I’d fancy my chances of escape here.
What I’m actually going to do is go horseriding (not me) and then watch some football, hopefully involving a big turnaround in our fortunes (and given just how crazy the news has been just lately, who would rule that out?).
We headed down to Agulhas in the dark on Friday. That meant that we managed to get a whole Friday afternoon of activities in Cape Town and still wake up down at the Southern Tip on Saturday morning.
And actually, I have no issue with driving down the R316 at any time of the day or night. Always fun.
And it was a fun family weekend with some superb weather.
Walking on the beach, braai’ing and games night yesterday.
And then, after a lovely lie in, 8½kms barefoot along Struisbaai beach with some considerable pace and speed. And yes, some blisters on my toes, but I’ll probably survive.
Home in time for a bit of footy on the TV and off to bed before the new week kicks off horribly early tomorrow.
Grey and wet. Cold. I’ve stayed home and lit the fire ready for the United game.
But…
Out for a celebratory meal later with the news that Little Miss 6000 stormed through her exams with amazing results, and the Boy Wonder has been taken on for a 6 month paid fellowship, hopefully then leading into a full time position.
So it might not be lovely outside, and the first half of the year might have been pretty awful, but maybe things are beginning to turn around?
Let’s temper that positivity by popping on the football.
The weekend has ended. Damn.
I’ve watched some footy (some good, some bad), I’ve done some random woodwork, I’ve walked well into the 20,000s of steps and I’ve had to avoid gym because of a grumpy muscle pull.
Two lie-ins though, and that’s been lovely.
Back to normal life this week, with some big family events coming up.
Last week was pretty good, with a passed learners test, and a superb concert performance.
Let’s see what the next seven days will bring.