Midweek meanderings

All these public holidays are going to play havoc with my brain! Today was Thursday, but tomorrow will feel like Monday rather than Friday. It was just like Sunday in our garage today, except for a change there was no swearing. Somehow everything went right. And there were no Golden Oldies to listen to on the radio - that's on weekends only.

We started the day with a walk along the boardwalk with the dogs. Monty is still getting used to having no teeth and was somewhat subdued, not straining on his leash once! The sea had a bit of chop and the few boats out crayfishing as the season draws to a close didn't look as if they were having a comfortable ride. The oystercatchers were out in force and it was exciting to note that there are three more, making a total of ten in our area now. They obviously had a successful breeding season. For the first time ever, I saw them bathing in the rock pools, fluttering their wings to splash themselves as they sank down into the water. A lovely sight.

Back home, it was time to clean cars. This went off without a hitch, until I picked up the vacuum cleaner and it split in two and one half fell onto my big toe, landing exactly on the cuticle of the nail. To say that the pain was excruciating would be an understatement. Blood spurted from the wound and it felt as though the bone had been crushed by a ten-pound hammer! It helped to yell a bit to take my mind off the pain as I dashed off to blast it with the high-pressure hose in an attempt to staunch the blood flow. He Who Can Fix Anything looked to see what the fuss was about and agreed that I wasn't exaggerating, as the blood was evidence of being wounded.  I hobbled off to make a cup of tea and regain my composure and after about an hour the pain subsided and all was back to normal.

HWCFA then fixed the starter motor on one of the cars and then sorted out 40 years' hoarding of electrical wiring. I suggested that we should burn it all to retrieve the copper and then sell it at a scrap yard. After all, isn't that what today's crime is all about? Why shouldn't we get onto the bandwagon - we don't even have to steal it. The silly thing was, he had bought some wiring yesterday and then discovered this box in the shed. I said he should take it back to where he bought it from and offer to become a supplier to them!

The weather has been absolutely stunning for the last few days, proving that autumn is without a doubt the best time to live in Cape Town. Clear skies, gentle winds, ambient temperatures. What more could we want?

And so to bed, perchance to dream...