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Away this weekend

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Actually, all being well, we’ll have been away for 24 hours already, but thanks to the magic of WordPress, you might not even notice. A quick pre-write of posts for yesterday, today and tomorrow has already happened (or, obviously, “is happening” in the case of this one), and so you should probably head over towards

my Instagram

to see if I have shared anything particularly amazing from a well-deserved (her, not me) weekend away for Mrs 6000 and me.

See you Monday (live) and tomorrow at 8am (pre-recorded).

Much love.
Me.x

Go west?

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“Go West! Life is peaceful there!”
So sang the Village People and then so also sang the Pet Shop Boys.

So it must be true.

Trouble is, if you’re in Cape Town and you’re planning to follow that advice, life is going to be rather wet there too. (West being the South Atlantic, for the geographically-challenged.)

That’s why I’m going to turn things around and Go East! this weekend.
Logic suggests that life will be turbulent there, and, should we extrapolate through the rest of the song, that we will be enclosed, alone, there will be rain in the summertime, the skies will be grey and we will do anything except be just fine.

Hmm. East seems a bit crap, to be honest.

Still, the beaglesitter is booked and we’re heading off… East… for a weekend away. Posts here will continue (obviously), and my Instagram is always open for your delectation.

Have yourself a good one. And try not to contract antibiotic-resistant Gonorrhea. (That latter bit of advice applies beyond this weekend, to be honest.)