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 329 – Decisions; consequences

I’m at a well-known trampoline park in the Southern Suburbs of Cape Town. I come here each week to have a coffee while I watch the boy at training. I’d usually be here on a Tuesday, but this trampoline park is no longer open on a Tuesday, because no-one comes here much anymore, because of Covid.

That they have cut three days from their opening times demonstrates just how bad things are and how much the pandemic has affected everything around us.

Of course, this also has huge implications for the staff here. They’ve likely lost 42.9% of their income. And that’s crap.

But…

We’d be out of this pandemic more quickly if people wore masks and washed hands and kept their distance from one another. No-one – including most of the staff – is doing those things here. And I’m not saying that this is the only place that is ignoring the sensible advice, but it’s certainly one of them.

You’d think that they would want to try anything to make things better: to demonstrate best practice and encourage the bouncers back in safety, and to do their little bit to end this global shitshow just a little bit sooner.

They’ve made the decision not to bother, though. And I have to wonder just how long this place will survive…

We interrupt 308 days of lockdown posts for an important announcement

Did you just see that? Did you?

An absolutely incredible performance by every Sheffield United player.
100% effort, 100% determination, 100% commitment. 100% brilliant Blades.

Whatever happens this season, this will be a night I will remember for a long time to come.

We needed that. I needed that.

Thank you, Chris Wilder. Thank you, United.

Day 290, part 2 – Powerless

We were without power for the first 11½ hours of the day thanks to a fault and I had to manually grind my coffee beans for the first two cups of the day and it was all just sheer hell on earth.

The power came back on just in time for the beers to get cold again ahead of this afternoon’s FA Cup football. Which I can now also watch.

Talking of which, did you see this first win of the season? Lovely.

 

Otherwise, you well?

 

 

Yeah, I mean, I was being sarcastic about the hell on earth thing, obviously.