Cape Town, and South Africa more generally, has been hit by particularly violent cold front over the past 24 hours (apparently the north of our country is prone to tornadoes…. who knew??), and is supposed to be affected until Thursday.
The university where I work doesn’t have very many undercover walkways, so when you need to move from one side of the main campus to the other (which I had to do a couple of times today), a large portion of the trip will be out in the open, beneath the clouds. As such, I was quite exposed to today’s wet weather elements, and started to think about the fact that you know it is raining particularly hard in Cape Town when… Continue reading “You know it is raining hard when…”→
This is Gandalf (so named because he has a grey tuft of hair on his back, like Gandalf the Grey). AKA Gandy. AKA The Goose (which I think of as his dog mafia name, which is derived from the nursery rhyme, Goosey Goosey Gander).
Yesterday we got back from a 3 night holiday at the amazing Matroosberg Private Nature Reserve with friends. We have been there twice before (we have stayed in their Ski Hutevery time) and it is amazing. It is electricity (i.e., television, cellphone, etc.) free, it is quiet, it is cheap, it is where we got engaged, and best of all, it is somewhere that we can take our dogs… Family holiday for the win…
I love taking the dogs there because they can run freely and they enjoy it so much. There is a lovely hike up to some rockpools that we go on and the dogs have a wonderful time.
But this time was particularly special, as our snow dogs got to see snow for the first time.
Today I went to the toilet at work. That in itself isn’t particularly exciting, or worthy of a blog post. However, it was what happened while I was in bathroom that was awkward beyond belief, and so (naturally) I am going to write about it for the world (or at least the 6 people who seem to like my blog) to read.
So I went into the bathroom, and entered my stall (my usual stall, always the same one, closest to the door, because I read once that the stall closest to the door is statistically the most likely to house the cleanest toilet). I was convinced I was alone in the bathroom because it was quiet. And then I looked down and I saw this (really cool looking) orange handbag on the floor of the stall next to me. Continue reading “Bathroom Bizarre”→
I am one of those people who dreams about being organised. I would love to be one of those bloggers who can post about my fantastic filing systems, my nifty notebooks, my magnificent menu plans, my faultless finances, and my Pinterest-perfect printables.
But, alas, that level of organisation always seems to elude me. I have tried online systems, offline systems, OneNote, Filofaxes, flipfiles, printouts, Excel spreadsheets, paper calendars, Bullet Journals (which is my latest system, and one that seems to kind of work for me), and everything short of actually hiring someone to do it all for me.