Sunday morning glamour

I was up foolishly early for a Sunday, ready to answer the usual deluge of inquisitive emails and social media posts as to what glamourous activities I’ll be getting up to today and for the week, in my position as one of the top bloggers in South Africa.

But sometimes, the organisation isn’t always as good as it could be, and I’m still wondering if I’ll be running the kids to school and extra-murals or heading off on an all expenses paid trip to the Maldives this week. I mean, the latter has never happened before in 20+ years of blogging, but you live in hope and you never say never.

The tough choices have started early today, with decisions to be made as to whether to head off to the gym across the garden in the rain, or do a “proper clean” of the coffee machine.

Anyway, suffice to say the Nespresso machine…

Shush.

…is now gleaming, and I think that one day, we’ll be able to look back with some pride on holding the esteemed title of “Most Recently Descaled Kettle in Cape Town”, for at least a brief period.

But what now? It’s still miserable out, Carlton vs St Kilda (9-5-59 to 10-8-68 at ¾ time) on the TV is deliciously scrappy, but not really that engaging*, the garden is as ready as it’s ever going to be for the upcoming stormy days, the fireplace is primed for use this afternoon, and I can’t go into one end of the kitchen without sunglasses.

And still no flight or accommodation details for the Seychelles.

Or anywhere else.

I’m running out of excuses to not get on the static bike…

Damn.

* UPDATE: It got good. Last kick of the game win for St Kilda. Unbelievabeagle scenes.