But for once, this is a Good Thing. The issues with the geyser turned out to be no more than a faulty/broken isolator switch that needed replacing, and it has now been replaced. We are now able to shower and frolic in heated water once again. Given that it’s getting quite chilly in the evenings, this is very welcome.
Could I have done it myself? Yes, maybe, but let’s leave high current electrics in dark, poky, inaccessible places to the experts, shall we? That way, you can sleep easy knowing that you’re unlikely to have any increased risk of a house fire because of your amateur efforts.
Molton Brown Curry Club tonight and we’re trying somewhere new. Bit of a risk, given that we already generally frequent the best places in the city for either curry or steak. So what are we doing trying somewhere different?
Well, it’s always worth a try: just in case. This particular restaurant comes recommended, and it’s pretty much on the – now infamous – CSS Arc, which comprises the best Curry, Sushi and Steak places in Cape Town ( Bihari, Kobe, Picanha, obvs) in a curved 500m line.
We have to do a census thing. It’s been at least 10 years since the last one and we need to stand up and be counted – for reasons. There’s an option to do it online (thank the heavens) and I gladly grasped that with both hands, so that the beagle wouldn’t eat the local volunteer. But then I noticed that the URL it sent me to ended with gov.za and my heart sank. It’ll be shit, I thought. And it is. Because in true South African government style, the UI is just horrible, nothing works properly and the things it is asking me are… well… bizarre.
So, I put our house number (let’s say it’s 25) and then “House”, because we live in a house (I didn’t think it actually needed to know what colour it was from the Plascon range) and now – even though it said that it was going to ask for my address later in the process – it thinks my address is “25 House”. Which is going to get it rejected immediately. Perhaps a field asking for – I don’t know – my “Address” might have been a better way forward. Because no-one wanting your details in any other circumstance asks:
OK, and could I have your name, unit/flat number and further description of the structure/unit, please?
And who lives at “500 Green House”, anyway? The SA Post Office isn’t going to be able to deliver anything to you with an address like that, are they? Mind you, the SA Post Office is so dysfunctional and wrecked by corruption and theft that it isn’t really able to deliver anything to anyone anyway, so why not go for 500 Green House? Just for the giggles.
And it’s already a LOT of work. Especially if you have moved from “8 House” to “25 House” since the last census. Which we have. So I tell it that we’ve moved and it asks “where from?”, but won’t allow me to enter anything but Athlone, Belhar or Bellville. So now I’ve moved from Belhar simply because at least it’s an answer I can give, and it asks “Why did you move?”.
I mean, have you seen Belhar?
But more seriously, I selected that the household had moved. Just moved house. No divorce, no fire, no death or destruction: we just moved house. But then, even though it already knows exactly who lives in my household, I have to jump through all the same hoops for my wife. And my son. And my daughter. One of us now comes from Athlone. I think it’s the missus.
Ugh. Just populate the form for me. I don’t have time for 176 drop down menus for each person – most of which don’t work (the menus, not the people) – when I’ve already given you all the same information, anyway.
And I wasn’t even halfway through the very first section.
To add insult to injury, the site then crashed. And I can’t get back in. So, long story short, I’ve given up. I’ll try again tomorrow now I’m more aware of the size of the mountain of bullshit between me and the finish line. I will prepare with coffee and biltong and lock myself away in my office until it’s all done.
It’s a year to the day since we moved into this house, and the garden is taking the strain at the moment. Builders, summer heat, no rain, and some nasty pests which are taking advantage of the weakened state of the plants to move in and do their nasty pesty stuff.
I decided to fight back today, and headed down to the local garden centre (struggling to get past The Irrigation Bore) to buy some things to treat the garden to some delicious garden nutrients and kill the pests.
Long story short, the garden will benefit hugely from my heroic efforts in the medium term, but in the short term, everything smells of compost.
Including the beagle.
Right now, a cold beer and some football (my fantasy side destroyed by impending Champions League fixtures).
Probably the thing I have missed most about our old place is the braai. I have a portable one here, and it does the job, but it’s just not the same. We’ve been here for a year now, and while we could have rushed in and put a new braai in anywhere, it seemed sensible to wait and see which bits of the garden got the wind, which bits we used most and for what etc etc. This side of the patio was one of three shortlisted potentials, and seems to make the most sense. It has a roof, it’s protected from the wind from at least some directions (yes Capetonians, including that one), it’s convenient, but not IN YOUR FACE as you use the rest of the space outside, and it didn’t require any plants or grass to be destroyed.
The builders turned up on time (to the minute, nogal) this morning and the first foundations are already down and drying. As you can see, the unit – weighing 154kg!! – has also arrived and just by hearing them struggling with getting it from the bakkie to the back garden (I offered to help!), I know that they are really looking forward to lifting it into position once the structure is built.