Last legs

We’re back in Cape Town, but a sleepless night and a busy journey home have left me exhausted. Major events since we arrived back included the beagle being delighted to see me until I bathed it, and then me slicing deep into my left thumb while chopping biltong.
Sheffield stainless steel really does hold its sharpness. Unfortunately.

I still have some packing (ok, all my packing) to do for an overnight hike on the mountain starting early tomorrow, so there’s really not going to be much from me here today.

In fact, I think this is it.

(Not much) more tomorrow. But Tuesday should be a belter.

A quota post (with a quota photo of a quota post and link to a post about a post about a post about a quota photo and a quota photo) and another quota photo

This is getting silly now. Search engines won’t like a title this long (I’ll save you the time: 156 characters).
And my brain hurts.
And do I need an Oxford comma in there… somewhere? I think I probably do.

But anyway, here’s the photo:

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And here’s the link.

Once again, there shouldn’t be any need to feel remorse for posting quota photos or quota posts. Especially if they feature an Imperial Stormtrooper. It’s not as if (as a blogger) your readers are paying for content. That’s not to say that if the time and the impetus are present, you shouldn’t be churning out good quality posts either. It’s just that real life regularly gets in the way of time and impetus being present.

Those of you who read to the end of the title and could be bothered to decipher it, will have realised that a further quota photo is required. Here it is, appropriately thinned down, Micklethwait-style.

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And here’s the original.

Brian, if you’re reading, shall we leave it here? 🙂

Here’s proof

Herewith proof that you can write a perfectly acceptable blog post (IMHO, anyway) while cooking a rather tasty chili con carne. The carne in question being beef and ostrich. I can like to be supporting the local cow and bird slaughtering industries.
The builders are still here and the internet is still almost completely unavailable, the playroom is all over the living room and the study doesn’t even exist in any functional sense. It’s beginning to get me down and I really wish I was going to a five star resort for a weekend away in the very near future. More on that later, maybe.

Anyway, that’s your lot for now. I will probably be back to my best when I can actually use my own computer and not Mrs 6k’s laptop and its dodgy Vodacom GPRS connection from the kitchen. Maybe I’ll say something truthful but horribly controversial like “Caster Semeya looks like a man” or “South Africa is actually a really nice place to live if you’re white”.
Maybe I won’t. It’s this sort of suspense that gets readers coming back time and time again.  

But for now, it’s back to the red wine and the dangerously hot dinner.