Day 294 – The house strikes back

Episode V of the Star Wars trilogy.

Wait…

No, this concerns the house from which we are moving in the near future (Covid-willing). It’s striking back – hence the title of this post.

I’m not for one moment suggesting that the house is a sentient thing, is aware that we are moving out, and – a bit pissed off about the whole situation – is taking some sort of preemptive revenge*, but at the same time, I actually am.

Because that’s pretty much exactly what is happening.

First off there’s the mandatory inspections for electric fence, plumbing, beetles, electrics and gas. This is like an MOT or a Roadworthy for your house, done each time you move, and it’s there to make sure that the new residents aren’t moving in to a death trap, even if you’ve been living in one.

And apparently, we have.

Because regulations have changed (a lot!) during our long stay here (almost 16 years), because some builders clearly took some shortcuts when working on our place (lesson learned), and because wiring deteriorates, our house doesn’t comply in a number of ways, all of which require remediation.

Costly.

On the plus side, I completely recognise the need for this and we’re also going to be moving into a house which has also been inspected and made safe.

But that’s (expensive, but) standard stuff. It’s the little niggles that the house has thrown up since it discovered that we were leaving it that are causing us more problems. A jammed outside door, a gas hob plate that’s suddenly not working (and even after being fixed twice, still insists on not working) and a lawn that is defying the fertilisers and the watering and just being yellow. Oh, and then the hosepipe just burst on me**, which wasn’t actually that bad since it’s stupid degrees Celsius out there today, but still – you get my point, right?

We have another few weeks to get through here before the new house – irritated that we were instrumental in taking away its previous and much-beloved owners – takes on the mantle.

Woohoo.

 

* is this a thing? wouldn’t it just be “venge”?
** no, I wasn’t watering during the day. conciliate your breasts.

Day 283 – Sorting out the mess

We are back in Cape Town. We love being in Agulhas very much, but with there being no access to the beach, it was getting frustrating, and there’s plenty to be getting on with back in Cape Town.

And so we are back in Cape Town.

This seems like something of a waste though, given that it would seem that we’re not getting on with very much except lazing around the house and not going to the beach, which was pretty much what we we (and weren’t) doing in Agulhas.

Still, there’s the opportunity to get stuff done, should we feel like it. And with The Move now just a few weeks away (Covid-willing), there are certainly several (or more) boxes to pack.

But in the meantime, there are Youtube videos to catch up on, blog posts to read, some radio to listen to and some (phone and internet) calls to make.

Oh, and this – shared on a local whatsapp group yesterday – to look at…

which definitively and conclusively ties current Covid-19 hotspots to 5G coverage* in South Africa.

 

 

* if you ignore the current Covid-19 hotspots which don’t have 5G coverage.**
** and the areas which aren’t covered by 5G, but which are currently Covid-19 hotspots.***
*** but otherwise: yes, absolutely.  

Day 279 – Braai Grid

How about this, then?

(mince pie for scale)

This was a Christmas gift from my wife: several kilos of 5mm steel to put in my Weber and cook things on. This will be especially useful in the near future, as our new place doesn’t have a built-in braai (yet). And no, it’s not something that the band offer as official merch on their site, so I’m guessing that it’s probably unique.

It’s led to me wondering if they ever released any appropriate songs for this sort of thing, and of course, yes they did:

Braaiing In The Rain
I’ve Been Losing (Barbeq)You
Braai Wolf
Hunting Braai And Low

And of course, their huge hit with instructions on how to use this hefty item:

Steak On Me

I’m so very sorry.

Day 269 – The day of rest

I’m not going to be writing much here today, especially after the last few days which have seen several thousand of my words spread in pixel form across these pages. I have been busy in the house as part of The Big Clearout ahead of The Move and I have been busy making sure that the garden remains every bit as nice as when the people who are buying our house last saw it.

Add to that a quick walk down to the local shops (because other people around here have to stay in the house and not go out in public for reasons) to find ingredients for christmas treats (currently being manufactured in the kitchen by my daughter).

We also tried to mend the router, which has been on its last legs for a while now. We couldn’t, we gave up and we bought a new one, so you’ll note that it’s been a busy morning.

I have big plans to watch some football and (possibly) have a beer this afternoon.

More tomorrow. There’s always more tomorrow.

Day 261 – And so it begins…

And by “it”, I mean The Move.

We can’t actually go anywhere at the moment, but we can start the preparation to go somewhere in the New Year. We’re treating this as an opportunity to throw out much of the crap stuff that we don’t need anymore that we have accumulated since we arrived here n years ago. And so today, we began on the garage.

I thought this sort of thing would take ages, but getting it all done so quickly allowed me to enjoy some of the football on offer this afternoon. A couple of hours later, we had removed over a carfull (and it’s a big car) of recycling and rubbish, which I dropped off at the local tip with glee.

If everything goes this smoothly, it’ll be a breeze (and I’ll get to watch a lot more football than I thought).

It was a good start.