We’ve heard this song covered on the harpejji and by an American choir.
Now here it is on an Otamatone (no, I’d never heard of one either).
And now I never want to hear one again.
Sweet Baby Cheeses. That’s awful.
And here’s a version on a rubber chicken.
And yes, despite not being an actual recognised musical instrument, the chicken one is much better.
Much, much better.
Right – that’s enough internet for today, I think.
We had a great long weekend. It had been too long since we were down in Cape Agulhas. And so, after a bit of a shaky start, we made the most of the Agulhas weather and welcome, and the only issue was that it had to end. I’m now back in the lab, knee-deep (no, not literally) in paperwork and I would much, much rather be back here:
The good news is that it’s not going to be another three months before we’re back there. But I think that the old adage that “absence makes the heart grow fonder” fits completely here. We didn’t realise quite how much we had missed it until we got back there.
Even over the busy Easter weekend, the peace and quiet was wonderful. The kids stepped away from their technology and drew, did puzzles, carved sticks and made rope swings.
And us – we just chilled. Took photos, had naps, walked the beagle, sat on the beach.
It was a great long weekend. Just not long enough.
Because of one thing or another (but mainly one thing), I haven’t had an alcoholic drink since February 14th.
How romantic.
I’m not in desperate need of the alcohol, but I have missed the taste of Castle Milk Stout.
This first one is going down like a homesick mole.
However have I managed without you?
This morning, I felt that my knee was doing well enough for me to try some DIY. Like, all the tasks that had been put off because my knee wasn’t well enough. So I packed the kids into the car and headed for Builder’s Warehouse: our local DIY behemoth.
Of course, today is a public holiday, and they’re open from 0900-1700 on public holidays. It says so on their website and on the big sign next to their… very closed doors.
They’re not open. At all. Not even a little bit.
So you can’t buy bricks, but you can pop across the road to Toys R Us: a store which is in dire financial straits and closing stores worldwide, but which is ironically open in Tokai right now.
Many malls and shopping centres are operating an “Optional Trading” policy today, and as it’s a religious holiday, I guess it’s reasonable to assume that on this most holy of Christian days, it’s God who decides which stores get to open and which aren’t allowed to.
We went to Constantia Village to investigate and found that She’d made some interesting choices as to what was open and what was closed:
You can buy crystals (Spilhaus) but not trendy casserole dishes (Le Creuset).
Amazingly, you can buy gin (PnP Liquor), but not jewellery (Peter Gilder).
You can buy childrens clothes (Earthchild), but not adult clothes (Revenge).
You can buy water filter cartridges (H2O International), but you can’t pick up concert tickets (Computicket).
You can’t get your haircut at all (Edge, Partners).
Unless you are a lady (Carlton).
But your nails are going to have to wait (ManiPedi).
Absolutely no sunglasses (The Village Eyewear).
But coffee gets the nod (Seattle Coffee Company).
Not leather goods though, for they are the Devil’s work (Tsonga).
Oh, and you can’t buy perfume (My Perfume Shop), but also, you can (Red Square by Edgars).
The Lord does indeed work in mysterious ways…
This won’t be the best photo you’ll ever see.
Far from it.
Many (if not all) of the photos that I post on here won’t be the best photo you’ll ever see, but that doesn’t really matter to me. I’ve been trying to take a shot of some lightning for ages. Yesterday evening, it finally happened and I’m still smiling.
Look, this isn’t my life’s mission; it’s not like I go around hunting storms in order to take photos, and I’m not going to immediately retire from my non-existent photography career just because I took it [audience groans].
But after 236 attempts last night alone, I finally got lucky and got this:
Treat yourself to it bigger on black for the full effect.
Having given up round the back of the house (because this), I was actually just about ready to give up around the front as well as the storm moved off to the south. But I persisted, lying under a convenient shrub to avoid the worst of the rain. And when I realised that one of the closer bolts of lightning had (for once) coincided with one of my exposures and actually in the right direction, I was over the moon.
There are better photos of lightning. Maybe even better photos of lightning taken last night. But I didn’t take them.
I took this one though, and I’m still smiling.