Gurufail

After this (from The Guru), came this (from The Guru):

Except, apparently The Guru can’t read all that good – it actually starts at 2AM CAT on the 28th.

Which now means that I’m not allowed to post tomorrow (this currently being today, the day before tomorrow), but I can now post today and schedule it for 1am CAT tomorrow (tomorrow (the day when the servers are migrating) being the day after today, (when the servers aren’t migrating anymore)).

Got that?
Right. Yes. Me too. *cough*

Better play it safe with a quota slideshow – the upgraded version of a quota photo – detailing some few highlights of our Summer holidays thus far:

With another couple of weeks of staggered leave for myself and Mrs 6000 (read: lack of childcare), there’s sure to be more, so do pop back soon.

And whatever you do, don’t leave a comment because you’ll break teh interwebs. Unless of course you’re one of those daring sorts who laughs in the face of danger, pokes hazard in the tummy and spanks the bottom of risk. In which case, comment away.

Have a wonderful Tuesday. I’ll be back when I have been successfully migrated.

Beached

Apologies for the lack of updates recently.I haven’t really been around anywhere on the internet, having switched off my television set and gone out and found something less boring to do instead, as the old programme tagline went.
(Anyone able to name that programme, btw?)

Today’s alternative to twitter, facebook, blogging and getting through a mountain of flickr uploads was Noordhoek’s Long Beach.

Absolutely stunningly beautiful, but no wi-fi.

Shame.

Easy Life

It’s a pleasant 28°C today, although the SouthEaster blowing through made me wonder if Lionel Ritchie was in Cape Town on the weekend back in ’77 when he wrote the hit Breezy Like Sunday Morning. Either way, it doesn’t remind me in any way, shape or form of the Decembers of my youth, but Kpu has been making use of the “rocky-beddy” (Hammock) to get some R&R in the back garden today. I’d have been hypothermic if I’d tried that when I was her age.

Dad’s job was to sit next to her like some sort of colonial servant and rock the hammock gently from side to side as she sang to herself and looked glamorous.

Tough life, hey?

Perfect shot

Spotted earlier on twitter (can’t remember via whom, sorry) – a link to this post, which featured this pic:

Says Bernard de Clerk:

I took this photo a couple of days ago on the beach at a picturesque little spot called Brenton-on-Sea in the Western Cape, South Africa. My friend decided to do a back-flip on the beach and I only had one shot. It came out pretty well!

Yes, it did.