This is equal parts dull and mesmerising. It’s a guy rolling a tyre down a hill, which is ostensibly very boring, but weirdly, you get drawn into the video and you want to travel with the tyre, down the mountain. Where will it go? Who will it meet? Will it survive?
Amazing scenery, great drone work, appropriate music, and a story that ends all too abruptly.
So thank goodness I’m writing this down.
Regular readers – yeah, plural because I’m an optimist – might recall that on Monday, I was wondering whether to stay up late for the football.
I decided to be sensible and not to. But then circumstances took over anyway. Because sadly, our son’s car was broken into while he was dodgeballing, and stuff – a lot of stuff – was stolen. Parked outside, in a private car park, under a very bright floodlight and behind security-manned barriers and with only one way onto (and off) the site, 50 whole metres of direct sight from the security booth.
His was one of about ten cars that got done.
So those two security guys are at best, utterly useless, and at worst, actually just complicit. As a TikkiTokker would say: “Let me know what you think in the comments”.
As is the way with these things, we’re not sure exactly when it happened. But for police and insurance purposes, we’re saying about 8pm.
Reporting it all to the police took quite a while, and then there was the drive home, and so actually, I was still wandering about at half past midnight, and yes, I was absolutely right, my body did not appreciate the 6am wake up call in the morning.
Not one bit.
Yesterday was all about paperwork and glass vacuuming. But can I just shout out our insurance?
Because the working day begins at 8:30am.
The claim form arrived at 8:50am and we had Glassfit in touch with us before 9am*.
I submitted the claim form yesterday afternoon, the claim was settled by close of business yesterday and the money was paid into our account at 10:30am today. That’s only 38½ hours from the incident. And only 26 hours since we told them about the incident.
Bloody hell.
Here in SA, we – quite rightly – complain about the poor service we get (and there’s plenty of it to choose from), but it’s only right that we praise the good service as well. And this is more than good. It’s unbelievable. (But it is also true.)
So. Despite all the ads you see for that green and purple company, can I recommend that if you are looking for a decent insurer, then maybe you should give RBS a go? If you want, you can tell them that I sent you, but I doubt that it’ll make any difference either way.
Absolutely mindblowing stuff.
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* There’s no window glass in stock in Cape Town, so we have to wait until Friday or Monday before it can be fitted, depending on transport, but I don’t think that I can blame anyone in particular for that.
Oh wow. Remember when the internet used to be like this?
Pure HTML. No fancy languages, scripts or tricks.
Better still is that this site is still regularly updated, and it’s all about lighthouses.
I haven’t had time to exhaustively search it just yet, but it does seem to bear a reference to literally every lighthouse in the world.
Add in the latest lighthouse news and pretty much anything else lighthouse-related, and not only is this lovely nostalgia, it’s also a really nice resource.
See, the issue is that aside from the December holiday/festive season marking the end of the year like up North, here in SA, it’s also the summer holiday. So all of those fun times that you would normally have in summer in the UK (both days if you’re lucky), and all of those fun times that you would have over the festive period, are distilled down into one big party month.
Chaos will ensue.
And it’s begun already. I had things on on Saturday – great party, by the way – a couple of days off, and then straight into events and commitments on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday.
It sounds like a Craig David song.
Actually, maybe Sunday too – my mind won’t allow me to think that far ahead just yet.
Oh wait, yes. Just remembered that we are doing stuff on Sunday, but hopefully it’ll be fairly chilled.
Now… the question… given the plans for the rest of the week, and given that there is school and extra murals and all sorts to manage as well, do I commit to watching Man Utd v Everton tonight? Because that would be a midnight finish, and I’m fairly sure that my body will not appreciate the 6am wake up call tomorrow if I stay up for the final whistle.
But… football.
Don’t be silly, right?
Right?
This was nice to watch. I usually enjoy a bit of a contest when it comes to football, but the odd one-sided affair is always welcome:
A messy, scrappy game, but sometimes it’s more about the result than the performance, and a local derby is always one of those occasions.
Happy days.