Watching the gate with care
Looks like rain coming our way and this can delay the renovations.
There are always hidden costs somewhere along the line when doing renovations and improvements at home. We have a system in South Africa where one utilises prepaid electricity. This means that at certain outlets such as petrol stations, supermarkets and cafés one goes to and pay up front for the electricity to be used. Takes some guess work on how much will suffice for the month. The payment is linked to the serial number of the prepaid meter in the house and a pin code comprising several numbers is given which in turn is the punched into the meter, hit enter and off you go lit up until the units are used. The meter gives a warning by means of a flashing red light when sufficient units for two two days are available and then it is , as we say, top up time.
Not expecting the renovations will be done so soon I purchased what I thought was sufficient units for May. Lo and behold with all the electric power tools the builders used I was hit by the hidden costs factor and had to dash to the nearest outlet and top up the units. I seriously think I will again have to go before the end of the month.
More on the renovation progress later. Enjoy your lunch.
Day seven of the renovations to the house and at least three more days of chaos ahead. Today the roof of the main bedroom, my study and the laundry room is taken off to be replaced with a better and hopefully leak proof new roof. The hammering, sawing and grinding is enough to drive one round the bend. Inside the rest of the house it is still furniture covered by sheets to keep dusting as limited as possible when we return to normal.
The sun room (TV and parrots room, bedroom for the dogs)
Looking forward to Thursday when all should be back to normal.
A friend and myself were enjoying sundowners at a pub the other day. At a table near us was a group of young people enjoying the same. One member of the group presented an opportunity to snap a striking profile photo and I could not let the opportunity simply pass and enter the book of lost opportunities. Now I do not know her, neither do I know where she comes from, nor where she will be heading. The photo, stolen surreptitiously, is also not available for commercial purposes as it was taken (illegally?) in the spirit of the amateur photographer.
Would have loved to have taken a frontal because this young lady is overflowing with beauty, and please do not call me a dirty old man, the “old” will upset me . Enjoy the Sunday. On the menu here Cornish chicken breasts wrapped in streak bacon to be roasted on the Weber charcoal braai.