So I've a pretty eventful past couple of days and I figured it was time to get you all to speed....
Thursday ended up being a very boring work day with excitement and drama on either side - rather like a sandwich.
So I arrive at my car on Thursday morning to go to work and find that while it was sleeping innocently in the driveway someone broke into it! Not only were they poor car-breaker-into people who messed up my door, but they didn't even steal anything - very frustrating. In addition to that, it seems they tried to get into the engine to actually steal the car, but that the presence of the internal gear-lock, and I don't know, the LARGE METAL GATE eventually deterred them, so I was feeling all sad about myself and my car the entire day and eventually sloped off home from work.
I leave the house for half an hour to pick something up from a friend and come to find out that the electricity box supplying our house literally exploded! Smoke and sparks and loud noises and everything and that one of the electric lines supplying our house had snapped and was lying on the ground in the service lane, so although we still had electricity, it was very dim electricity. We tried turning on the microwave and if it was like an elderly person with a zimmer-frame was trying to turn the plate. (And because no one else saw the humour in that and instead scolded us about the dangers of using and thus destroying our appliances in a 'brown-out', we did subsequently switch everything off). Now getting a gold of the municipality and actually trying to explain this was quite a feat, and as the only housemate with no plans for the evening, I was designated as the one to sit in the dimness and wait for them to come. I was meant to be packing for my trip to Cape Town, but given the lack of light, that didn't really happen.
Thankfully, it didn't take too long - apparently some people at the municipality do work - and our electricity was fixed later that evening.
But yay! Friday came and I was able to escape our murderous house for a weekend in Cape Town. I booked a fairly early flight and for once arrived while the sun was still shining. My brothers fetched from the airport - it's still strange for me to think of them both having their licenses and we tootled off home, shedding a small tear for the conspicuous absence of the cooling towers.
That evening my family and I went to watch Carmen (the ballet) at the Artscape, I thought beautiful, I know some of you will disagree.
Saturday was a most beautiful day in Cape Town, a welcome change from all the rain and misery and wind in East London at the moment and I spent most of the day helping my mom sort through my gran;s stuff and then going to visit her (this was the main reason for my trip - my gran has gotten senile dementia, but went from living completely independently to being frail care in less than 2 weeks). It was quite horrifying to see the change from when I last saw her in July - she kept talking to my mom in the third person and kept talking about how my uncle and the Prince of Wales were caught in a rainstorm together.
But she seems perfectly content in her own world and is being well-cared for and I think it's one of things that once you get over the shock, probably can be quite funny listening to and seeing the things that they do. While we were there, one of the women with Alzheimer's kept quite determinedly trying to escape in the lift, completely dressed to the nine's, and everytime she succeeded, someone bought her back, only for it to happen again.
Saturday evening was a girls night with lots of food, champagne and talking and I spent the beautiful Sunday we had a Kirstenbosch, seeing my dad and visiting my old church.
I flew home early on Monday morning and was completely exhausted for the rest of yesterday - I don't know how you do it so often Tan!
Anyways, weather depending, I'm meant to going camping at Double-mouth this weekend...should be interesting!
ciou for now lovely people!
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