About today

Right. A proper mess of weather over Cape Town today. Sunshine, wild winds, glowering clouds and heavy showers. And it looks like things are only going downhill this afternoon.

I’m catching up on jobs which have been waiting since we went away, and getting things ticked off the various lists, but I’m going to run out of time very shortly, and that means getting this post out now.

It’s all a bit rushed, and I feel quite out of touch with what’s going on in the world. But then, when I do hear about what’s going on in the world, that actually seems like quite a good way to be.

Running out of time because we’re going out to a posh dinner this evening (I actually have very little idea about just how posh the dinner thing is, and so I am only going by the price). A winery invited to a restaurant, and the chef of that restaurant cooking up a special pairing menu to go with the wines from the winery.
What’s not to like?

I’ve never heard of the winery or the restaurant before, but I have checked, and yes, both of them do exist – and the event is a sellout – so I’m sure it will be pretty good.

Yes, I may have to knock back a couple of Red Bulls or cheap local equivalents thereof in order to make it through to the starters, but once those kick in, I’ll be the life and soul of the party (T&Cs apply).

And there are calls for a lie-in tomorrow morning, which will surely assist in tomorrow night’s dinner (which I only know is “with friends”, not where or when) being an equally successful evening.
Should we braai? We might braai.

Anyway.

Right now, I’m on the dash home and then off to do the drop off at horse riding (not me) before I jump in the car down to the Deep South for tonight’s fun and games.

9 minutes

A hugely busy day, but for good reasons, with an afternoon out at the races in Durbanville (passports in hand for the Boerewors Curtain), watching this guy do his thing.

A creditable 3rd place in his comeback race, following a long lay off during which time he lost his balls.

Eina.

And back from the Deep North just in time to head out to dinner to celebrate the end of the Boy Wonder’s Prelims, in 9 minutes time.

So, like I said, busy – but good. 🙂

It’s tea

Sheffield thing No. 3?

I love this map showing what the main evening meal is called in various parts of England. I love it because there’s such a definitive line right across the middle of the country.

Basically, up North, it’s called “Tea”, and down south, it’s incorrectly called “Dinner”.

Down in South Africa, being a ridiculously long way into the second category, it’s also known as dinner, and it’s something that I’ve had to reluctantly adopt merely so that other people can understand me.

Still, it will always be tea to me – even when I’m eating dinner.