Up (relatively) early and ready to go on this public holiday. But no-one tell the weather about the day off, because it clearly doesn’t know that it’s supposed to be ruining it for everyone. The sun is out, the solar is charging the batteries and the coffee is doing the metaphorical same for me inside. The beagle is in the back garden eating unripe loquats and… oh christ… wait…
The beagle is now inside.
With tonight’s planned family dinner out now cancelled due to circumstances (not these ones), I’m ready to fire up the braai this evening for the first time in a long while. I’m just about to marinade my ribeye*.
I’m finally feeling better after this low-grade viral nonsense of the last week or so, and there are a number of things that need doing around the house before we head out to more horseriding adventures (again, not me) this afternoon.
Oh, and at some point, I need to tell you about next week, which is going to be rather exciting. But let me leave you on that cliffhanger, in the hope that you’ll pop back again tomorrow for more fun and games.
* not a euphemism