Day 340 – Speed. I am Speed.

Ah, the words of scarlet Pixar hero Lightning McQueen there.

Yes, that’s him. See how he gleams.

It’s March 1st and we had a rather inauspicious start to our new contract with our new ISP as no-one at their end remembered to switch us on. Bit awkward.

However, a quick call to the local neighbourhood internet connectivity guru yielded near instantaneous results (thanks, local neighbourhood internet connectivity guru) and suddenly, there was this:

Which was… is… well…

Watch this space see below for when I actually get some login details and manage to sort out a wired connection. Lightning McQueen is going to be left in my metaphorical digital dust.


UPDATE: now with wires…

Those internet hamsters are running their little wheels to destruction.

Day 339 – Back home

Back home to a roasting Cape Town, touching the high 30s, after a great walk on the beach Darn Sarf this morning.

Lobbed some sausages on the braai for dinner and wired up some external internet. As you do.

Now, a cold beer and some football.

It’s been a good weekend.

Can I be bothered to watch Ramaphosa’s address? Probably not.

Day 338 – Chilled at the Cape

OK. Just a few things you need to know about the last 24 hours.

Firstly, after a drive down to Agulhas and lighting the braai, I indulged in a selection of Milk Stout, Carling Black Label, a Hidden Valley Pinotage from 2015 and a Carel Nel brandy nightcap. Delicious, from start to finish. Especially the finish.

And then I fell asleep. And I slept for 12 hours.

This is very, very unusual for me. I’m one of those people that is more likely to sleep for 1.2 hours than 12 hours.

But it’s been a hectic, stressful few weeks and I clearly needed a bit of rest. Like 12 hours of it.

And then, without any feeling of guilt at all, I lazed around for what was left of the morning, before wandering down onto the beach with the beagle and my daughter. 4km of windswept, sandblasted walking later (the last km of which I had to carry the exhausted, windswept sandblasted beagle, because it had simply given up).

And then a quick cycle around the village. Again, in the wind. So much wind.

My legs are like jelly and I have completely earned this Windhoek Draught chaser and this upcoming Swartest of Swart labels. And the phat ribeye steak which is calling my name from the braai.

Tomorrow: more relaxing, and then a leisurely drive home.
Hope I remember which house to go to.

Day 336 – In which I go out

I would go out tonight, but I haven’t got a stitch to wear.

Wait – here’s a T-shirt. Right. We’re on.

We’ll be taking all of the sensible precautions this evening. Masks, social distancing, hand washing, and curry. To my knowledge, no-one has done any research into whether or not curry can stall or stop coronavirus infection, so we can’t be sure that it will work in that way, but equally, we can’t be sure that it won’t.

I’m going to give it a go. For science.

And it will be great to eat a meal somewhere other than my house.
Even it it is a lovely house.

Day 335 – House view

I haven’t said anything detailed about the new house, because it’s not something that you want or need to know details about, and because I haven’t really had time to share anything, because I’ve been so busy sorting out those very details.

But stuff worth celebrating has occurred today: the study is no longer peach.

This is a project that took far longer than it should, simply because I had to re-prioritise for reasons. Once the priorities were taken care of, I finally managed to finish off the study today and it’s now a really pleasant place to be (if you can ignore the smell of fresh paint).

But it’s no longer peach. And that’s great.

Elsewhere (upstairs, basically), I took a quick and dirty shot from our bedroom window out to the SouthEast:

That’s looking across Grassy Park and Lavender Hill out across False Bay to Rooi Els, some 48km away.

Hello Rooi Els.

I suspect that I will be taking many more (and many better) images of this view. But right now, I need to be somewhere that doesn’t smell of grey paint.

Even though I love my grey paint.