Tomorrow?

I mean, everyone is expecting it. And the jokes are flowing freely on the socials:

But Eskom are fighting back – with facts (allegedly).

Tuesday, 28 May 2024: Eskom has noted with concern the fake news trending on social media regarding loadshedding resuming on 30 May 2024. Loadshedding has been suspended for 62 consecutive days and continues to be suspended.

The previous Power Alert issued by Eskom was on 24 May 2024, where Eskom announced the continued suspension of loadshedding.

Our generation availability continues to perform well as a result of the Generation Recovery Plan that commenced in March 2023, as well as our intensive planned maintenance. Unplanned outages are averaging at 12 500MW, below what was anticipated for our winter outlook.The energy availability factor (EAF) of four of our power stations is performing above 70%. Our year-to-date EAF is improving gradually and is currently at 60.73%.


Eskom will provide regular updates and the next update will be on Friday, 31 May 2024.

Ah. So Friday, then.

Outside

I might not be in Mauritius, but I can’t really complain about the autumnal weather in Cape Town right now. Sure, it’s looking a bit iffy towards the end of the week, but in typical Cape Town autumn style, it’s hot in the sun, cold in the shade and (since I’m kind of between the two) actually very pleasant here right now. Apparently, it’s raining in Mauritius.

Yep. The nice weather here means that I’m taking the opportunity to sit outside and write this blog post before I get on with parental duties this afternoon. And it’s worth noting that I was absolved of those this lunchtime as the Boy Wonder drove himself and his sister home from school.

I’ve still got my noise-cancelling earbuds in because there’s a lot of local building and leaf-blower action again today. And I am wondering what those building and leaf-blowing individuals have in store for tomorrow, which is – lest we forget – a public holiday.

Wednesday, 29 May 2024 marks the country’s seventh democratic election. To ensure that South Africans have sufficient time to make their way to the polls to have their vote counted, President Cyril Ramaphosa has declared a special public holiday.

Government calls all eligible voters especially young people to go out in numbers to vote on that day, as the active participation of all eligible voters is central to strengthening our democracy. Your vote gives you the power to change or improve things and allows you to choose who will represent the interests of your community. 

Yeah, I mean that second paragraph was obviously written whilst wearing rose-tinted spectacles. Because whoever you vote for, the government always gets in.

Anyway, I plan not to get up too early, so I’m hoping that they will all be taking a well-deserved day off.

Which they should be doing:

The Regulations issued in terms of section 17 (1) of the National Building Regulations and Building Standards Act 103 of 1977, prohibit the use of machinery, engines, apparatus, tools or contrivance which may cause a disturbance to the neighbourhood –

  • on a public holiday or Sunday;
  • before 06:00 or after 17:00 on any Saturday; and
  • before 06:00 or after 18:00 on any day other than those days above.

These are strict timelines which can be enforced by engaging the relevant law enforcement authorities.

I’m not planning on making a fuss, but I would appreciate them not making a noise either.

Let’s do each other a favour.

(not me)

Regular readers will have seen that when describing my life I helpfully add the labels (me) or (not me) depending on what I am or am not doing. Like here or here, for example.
Hopefully, this makes it easier to work out which bits apply to which people in the blog post for anyone who might otherwise be confused.

Today, the kitchen calendar looks like this:

Which all seems rather exciting and pretty amazing – or at least it did until until I add the subnote:

(not me)

Mmm. I will only get as far as the airport.

At this end.

And talking of the airport at this end…

In other news, my computer helpfully informed me of this as I switched it on this lunchtime:

I mean, it’s all relative. The plummet is from 19 to 14 degrees. Hardly Singapore Airlines-esque.

But I’d much rather be in Mauritius.

(me)

Last chance

Last chance for a bit of high quality domestic football today, so I’m not going to miss it.

Unfortunate that the golden confetti on the borrowed image above makes each manager look like they are suffering from some sort of infectious skin disorder.
But never mind that.
It’s the FA Cup Final that we all the service stations on the M6 and M40 were hoping for.

30 minutes to get all the chores done before kick off.
Writing this isn’t necessarily a chore, but it does need to be done.

And now it is.

Before kick off, nogal.