After 8 years of occasional bliss, overnight – while you were sleeping – 6000 miles… moved from South Africa to a new home amongst the bright lights of London town. The Big Smoke, innit.
Not me, obviously. I’m still here. Like I could get a flight anyway. Like I’d go to London anyway.
No: the blog. Away from Afrihost, and hopefully away from all the recent problems from which it has been suffering, and off to a new, more professional, much-recommended host.
The address remains the same. Do not point your browsers elsewhere.
I cannot thank The Guru enough for his monumental efforts and extreme patience in sorting this out for me. From dealing with the slings and arrows of outrageous coding, through to taking arms against a sea of well… actual troubles; and by opposing them, still having to deal with me and my lack of technological knowhow.
I am very grateful, and as soon as Level 5 lockdown is rescinded again in Cape Town, there will be wine.
In the meantime, please enjoy the new, faster, more streamlined and still every bit as poorly written offerings on here.
A proper night of lying awake. Checking the clock, wandering the bedroom, considering life, the universe and everything.
There was no good news. Sorry.
It’s left me a bit broken this morning. I have managed to tip coffee all over my right hand in an exhaustion-induced move that was distressing because of both the pain and the wastage involved. In addition, it turns out that one can’t absorb caffeine through one’s skin and so there was no benefit in my mood or general responsiveness. I’m going to try tipping some more of it down my throat just now and see if that makes any difference.
After yesterday’s brief return to data capturing – a task I really didn’t understand just how much I didn’t miss – I’m moving on to bigger and better things today. Obviously, there’s a quiz to write (there’s always a quiz to write), some sorting out to do in the garden, some schoolwork and a Scout badge to assist with and – hopefully – an exciting new project which will result in a more stable website experience for everyone even vaguely connected with 6000 miles…
And then one more thing to look forward to. Bihari are doing deliveries and I am absolutely here for that. No jalfrezi on the slightly limited menu, but plenty of their really decent alternatives. “No Cook Thursday” just became a thing – for today at least. And assuming that I’m able to stay awake until they arrive with my curry.
Another blog crash. And even when I deleted the plugin which had previously caused the problems: nothing. And so I have been forced to remove all the plugins. Including the one which makes it easy to write blog posts.
I’m really not sure where we go from here. Is this the new normal that everyone is speaking about?
But I do understand that these things are of little interest or relevance to you, dear reader.
I’ll get something sorted out.
Meanwhile, with at least some of the students returning to the kids’ school this week, there’s a full online programme for them to follow this morning, meaning that I am free to play domestic games like washing, ironing and prepping the fire for later. It’s a glamorous life. Later, I might walk the beagle around the block in defiance of absolutely no lockdown regulations (which were declared illegal and unconstitutional last night, anyway).
It’s all rather chaotic and I’m really not sure where we go from here. Is this the new normal that everyone is speaking about?
Back to it: that bed ain’t going to change itself.
Day 67 (as some beagle-eyed readers noted) was a bit of a non-event.
Sorry about that.
Thanks to some sterling and much-appreciated detective work by The Guru, it has been determined that the Jetpack plugin (the very one that informed me that the blog was down) was actually the one which was breaking it.
Sneaky little bastard.
Having re-installed it, it’s still behaving somewhat errantly, but now I know where to look if/when things go wrong, I think I can sort it out much more quickly than previously.
And there ends the technical stuff.
And thus, today marks a return to several things: the usual dross on the blog, school for some students (after the confusion over the weekend), the traditional South African sport of drinking and driving now that we’re (legally) allowed to buy alcohol again, and – for some morons – the idea that socialising is fine without taking any precautions.
The number of social media posts I saw yesterday with friends meeting up again for the first time in n weeks and then sitting right next to each other with no face masks in sight was… let’s say:”concerning”. But in reality the actual virus has almost completely slipped from the news headlines with the riots in the US and the new-found joy of buying beer taking its place.
And yet we find ourselves continuing on a very steep upward trajectory right now.
But it’s only going to get worse in the very near future. And I’m including all 4 provinces displayed here in that prediction. Just look at those telltale little upticks on the red lines, especially in the EC and Gauteng.
To be honest, since our progression to Level 3 was announced on the 13th and since Cyril decided that churches were fine to recongregate , the lockdown had become something of a sham for a lot of people anyway. Sadly, those events coincided neatly with the Western Cape case numbers moving into overdrive and they really haven’t helped at all in limiting the spread of the virus. (And let’s be honest, the situation is much worse than the numbers here indicate: there are plenty of people who have the virus who simply aren’t being tested because there simply aren’t enough tests available.)
We have to get over the hurdle of thinking that wearing masks when near family or friends implies that either we or they are ‘dirty’. The fact is that the virus isn’t discriminatory: it will infect anyone, and anyone can then transmit it to anyone else. We need to recognise that and we need to wear masks to protect everyone – not just ourselves, but also our friends and families and our communities.
To go and meet up with your mates in a park, at their house or wherever and to not socially-distance or cover your face right now is maybe mildly foolhardy in the UK, is tempting fate in SA and is downright dangerous and selfish in the Western Cape.
There’s plenty of it still happening though.
Sadly, I feel that it’s going to take people being personally affected by Covid-19 before that message starts to get through. And – equally sadly – that’s very likely to happen, given the current local behaviour and attitudes.