Yellow warning

There’s a yellow warning out for potential severe thunderstorms and heavy rain over Cape Town and parts of the Western Cape tonight, and I couldn’t be happier. Everything is dry and brown and so very DUSTY.

Not only do we need some rain to alleviate the drought that we’ve been suffering, we need some rain just to give the place a nice clean.

It’s not a huge warning for Cape Town, but they have gone with “High Likelihood”, which is great news. No-one wants floods and stuff; just enough to wash away all the grime. But it must happen, please.

However, we’re looking at a different picture down in Cape Agulhas, where they’re playing with “High Likelihood” and “Significant Impact”. And no-one has forgotten the horrific floods of September 2023 (that one when Juan was a bit of a twat). They could do with the rain, but no repeat of those scenes.

I’ve checked our gutters are clear (and so should you), and I’ll be lobbing some fertiliser on the garden before bed tonight: might as well make the most of the opportunity.

But right now, with the sun still beaming in the cloudless sky, I’m going to watch some footy before the weekend is – once again, all too quickly – over.

Quickie

Bit rubbish today: Mrs 6000’s chest infection has caught me out. But a day of rest, and hopefully, I’ll be up and at everything again tomorrow.

Pub quiz last night was good. We didn’t win, but I think we had about an equal number of brilliant answers and really silly mistakes. Broco’s area and Kendrick Lamar, Banksy and female lobsters. It quite literally takes all sorts.

Can I stay awake for tonight’s footy? Probably not.
Would I want to anyway? Probably not.

Still got it?

Sort of.

I’m old and creaky, and my chest has been a bit iffy this week, but I thought that I’d better give it a go and get back out and play some football for the first time this year.

Too many false starts and missed games, and damn: suddenly it’s February.

So I went out and I gave it a go, and it was hot and muggy and sweaty, and we lost.
Crap ref, but I’m not blaming him for the result. But he was crap.

Anyhow, it was good to get out there again.

Maximum heart rate of 172bpm, maximum speed of 24.7kph, 812 calories that I’ll never see again.

Let’s see what tomorrow brings on the World Of Pain™ scale, but whatever it is, I’m ready for it and it was worth it (T&Cs apply) for a good run around this evening.

The “Secret Location” ad

I was on some social medium the other day, when I got served this, by local AirBnb clone LekkeSlaap.
I’ve no problem with getting adverts from LekkeSlaap – we’ve used them a few times and their service is good and the places are great.

This ad didn’t really work for me though.

Because if you are going to tempt and tease us with a “Secret Location”, then it doesn’t really help to put the full address at the bottom of the screen. Suddenly, it’s not really “Secret”.

So, my “guess where” is Hantamland, Calvinia, Northern Cape.
Because it says that at the bottom of the screen.

Am I right? I am?

Wow. Who knew?

It does look pretty cool though… [and includes the obligatory wood-fired hot tub]

And if the aim of any advert is to draw attention to your product, then hey: it’s worked.

Another reason to buy in Zone 1

City Centre living. It isn’t for everyone. And if Cape Town is anything to go by (and it is), it’s damn expensive too.

But other than the convenience of your office being right on the doorstep, what else is there to justify the massive price tag?

I’m sorry, did you say “immediate obliteration in the event of a nuclear strike”? – that sounds perfect!

Not that there’s likely to be a nuclear war, of course. The two guys controlling about 90% of the world’s nuclear missiles seem decent, sensible and reasonable, and not at all deranged.

Yeah. Maybe it’s worth that extra million quid to get that little place in Westminster. Far better than the prolonged agony of the daily commute (and then the protracted dying, should the worst actually happen) of the outlying areas.

How does this relate to Cape Town? It doesn’t really. Missiles can’t reach this far, and if they could, we still have a big mountain to hide behind, and the South Easter will take all the radiation away within a couple of minutes.

Graphic from here.