It’s been hectic.
Washing, kids to school, repairing the kitchen, gym, mending the bathroom, making dinner, taking the beagle to have its stitches removed (all good, thanks), learning how to repaint a car, repainting a car, kids from school.
And then football this evening.
And then loadshedding.
And then United away at Swansea.
I didn’t even have time to start my beginner’s course on the piano.
What the F?
It’s the one just above middle C.
Can’t just dive into your 3 hour long Beethoven stuff. Start small, but get it right.
Knackered (surprise, surprise) after a busy day of Robben Island prep. I assigned a couple of tasks, found a very friendly butcher, almost sorted a whole budget, listed some birds and animals, and purchased 200 plastic sacks and 6kg of chicken nuggets.
Amongst other things.
Listened to some music:
New Placebo is good.
New Einaudi is good.
But I’m not going to make it to kick off time for Arsenal v Palace tonight.
Sorry for the brevity. More tomorrow.
The plan, as you may already know, was to take some time this morning to write a proper blog post. Things started so well: the kids went back to school and were even mildly enthusiastic about doing so, the beagle was fed and settled in for its post-breakfast nap. Perfect.
And then it all started to go astray. Suddenly there were phone calls to make, a wine farm to find, a table to measure (don’t even ask), a shop or two to get to and a last minute dot com photography assignment.
Things fall apart. And they did, a bit.
And so, I’m putting a small one up here now (careful now) and the plan is to put a bigger one up later. Some fun photos of penguins, seals and dolphins (the Holy Trinity of Table Bay sealife) from yesterday. But right now, I’m carefully stepping over the dozing dog and heading off Stellies toe.
I’ve been up and about for five hours today, during which time, I have made packed lunches, fed the beagle, done a decent 6.5km run, popped into the lab, picked up some keys from a block of apartments and answered four (yes, four) sales calls from three different companies, each offering me a funeral plan. Two of these companies were full on insurance companies, and this is part of their irritating bread and butter.
The other one was my cellphone provider.
I do recognise that times are hard and that businesses are having to branch out a bit, but Vodacom are notoriously unreliable on coverage and damn expensive on price, so why on earth would I use them to pay for my funeral?
But that’s the secondary issue here.
I don’t get offered funeral plans often. To get offered four in a single morning does suggest that someone knows something. Bit worrying.
Maybe they’d seen me after my run this morning. It is like a near death experience every time.
But then of course, for money to be made on funeral plans, it does rather rely on the insured individual living for as long as possible – or better still, not dying at all.
So maybe someone knows something else.
Glass half full, and all that.
SO MUCH TO DO TODAY -[STOP]-
BUSY YET FULFILLING BUT EXHAUSTING -[STOP]-
HAVE NOT HAD A SINGLE MOMENT TO SIT DOWN AND BLOG -[STOP]-
I FOUND MYSELF WONDERING WHEN WILL THIS EVER -[STOP]-