Thursday, 15 March 2018

Tiger Wiger

I am feeling much better today, as Lynda came home from the doctor bearing medicine for her plus a change of medicine strategy for me. Already I feel the difference. Nice.

Well by evening, I suddenly realised that my foggy head forgot the photo of the day. Luckily Tiger was lying on the ottoman in front of me, so Tiger Wiger became today's subject. Poor Tiger, this cat has really been through the wars, having rescued him after been half mangled by dogs. He has recovered well and has become an inside cat. I call him a Chinese cat because his eyes are very Chinese like. I think only once, when he got a fright did I see big round cat eyes him, normally they just thin slits, hardly open at all. But when there is food, he is the first one there.

Wednesday, 14 March 2018

My Future

I haven't been myself lately, well mainly due to man-flu while storm clouds gather around, and now formable Lynda has been struck down with lady-flu. 

We planted a sunflower in the corner of our vegetable garden last year and a beautiful yet solitary sunflower grew up from the seed. It turned to dust along with our garden as winter struck. Now 2 sunflowers have sprouted, 1 where the original was and this one in the opposite corner. Beautiful! It got me thinking along the lines of faith as that was in my quiet time this morning. Yes I have been struggling with this faith concept since I fell off the edge in December last year and with little faith I have, and it is only a handful, it says I can move mountains. Yet from my perspective, I am still facing the mountain face and it hasn't moved. That is what I am struggling with at the moment, yet it is well with my soul.

Looking at this bright yellow sunflower that came out of the dust, I thought of this mornings words to me, faith is not knowing the future outcome but it is knowing who holds my future in His hands.

So as ominous as my future seems to me, I know I am not but I know I AM, and He holds my future.

Tuesday, 13 March 2018

Whats left?

I am struggling to get on top of this man flu. I feel well till about mid afternoon when it hits me again. I think it is about this time that the meds wear off and since I don't want to overdose I have to wait till evening to take some more.

Today at lunchtime, I decided to go take a cat nap and hopefully feel right as rain. I had just put my head on the pillow and closed my eyes when I heard someone drilling. What?

No one should be home, unless my tenant is home and drilling but why should she? So annoyed, I sat up and was about to go investigate the source of the sound which would not allow me to even have a cat nap, when I heard the noise coming from my feet. There was Rosy holding onto a dove about the same size by the throat and the drilling noise was her growing to warn all the other cats who had circled her to back off.

By the time I got her to release the poor dove, there was nothing I could do but discard of the remains. Naughty kitty. I suppose this is how I feel, just a bunch of feathers, that is all, just a memory of myself.

Monday, 12 March 2018

Cactus Fruit

I am not really fond of cactus other that the Tree Hugger song by Kimya Dawson and cold prickly pear fruit, yummy. The way I feel now man flu down, I think I must be very prickly even to hug. 

We have this cactus in our front garden that is really doing well, flowering often and now sprouting bright red fruit. I'm not sure if they are edible and I'm not going give it a try. I wish to be a big cactus with a pink flower on it.  And the flower would be its offering of love to the desert, so dry and lonely that the creatures all appreciate the effort.

Sunday, 11 March 2018

Pretty in Pink

Okay I seem to be up and down with this man-flu. I am not sure when I am going to throw this mantle but I am trying. We had someone coming round to look at our cottage and while out in the front of our garden I saw this pretty pink flowers that almost plastic. 

I am not sure what flowers they are and I am not in the right space headwise to search. And what with all these sugar and spice and all things nice lately, well I am sick of course and in need of some TLC and pampering to get me back to my normal self. 

Saturday, 10 March 2018

Hello Sexy

Back at work over the weekends, although I have not recovered 100% from my man flu, but who cares if you have the Red Baroness Scarlet waiting downstairs for you. Oh what sexy curves you have my dear.  

Friday, 9 March 2018

The Cardinal Returns

Still trying to recover from my man-flu, I heard the distinct tat tat tat sound coming from the garden. Ahh a woodpecker from space. Now for those who remember that 1 hit disaster of a song from the 80s will sadly have that tune stuck in their heads. 

Anyway it was good to see that the Cardinal Woodpecker has returned to our garden to feast on some lovely bugs. Or this could be a small Bearded woodpecker, I am not 100% sure but my gut is going with the Cardinal.

Thursday, 8 March 2018

Mist Rolls In

The Jozi weather is slowly changing from summer into autumn. We had a lovely summer thunderstorm mid afternoon then the mist rolled in. Silient fingers of white mist was creeping down into the gorge though the veil of low clouds. Standing on my deck hoping to catch a lovely sunset, the mist had this sinister feel to it with not a sound of birds or other wildlife.

Wednesday, 7 March 2018

Moon Boot

That dive that Lynda took a few weeks back is just not coming right. She went to the doctor last Saturday and got xrays done. A piece of bone had chipped off a foot bone and as a result she has to wear the moon boot much to the dismay of the cats. They are terrified of this thing wrapped around mommy's foot. 

Tuesday, 6 March 2018

Mystery Story

How about a mystery story today? Yesterday when my pickup was returned I discovered that the alarm, immobiliser,  and central locking was not working. Thinking that perhaps it was just a wiring connection that was forgotten I drove my pickup back to the panel beater.

While in the waiting room, waiting for the workshop manager as one does in a panel beater's waiting room, I saw a few woman magazines and this book titled "15 Mystery Short Stories". My first thought was, surely I hope I won't be that long to actually read a short story. Never in a thousand years did I think that I was about to enter an actual mystery.

It wasn't a too long of a wait, and the workshop manager arrived. I told him my story and he asked me to pull my pickup into the workshop while he went to fetch the auto-electrician who worked on my car. When the auto-electrician arrived, and I told him that my alarm does not work. He answered that there never was an alarm in the pickup when it arrived. WHAT!!!

In my hand was the pickup keys with the alarm remote. The auto electrician also thought it was odd as all the alarm wiring, siren, and anti-hijack system was in place BUT no alarm control box. He showed myself and the workshop foreman a bunch of wires that he explained that these wires go into the control box and look how they have been neatly bridged. He explained if it wasn't bridged and the alarm control box had been just yanked out it wouldn't start. The workshop foreman took some photos to cover themselves I suppose but where is my alarm?

The mystery deepens as I  phone my insurance company. Who stole my alarm? It is such an old pickup and the alarm system is old too. I don't think that they make that type any more. Anyways from what I recall. When my pickup caught on fire on Thursday 1 February it had an alarm system. My insurance company got a towing company to collect pickup and take it to their yard for the assessor to come inspect. But somehow they lost my pickup and it was only found a week later on the following Friday 9 February. I was told that when the towing company arrived to drop my pickup off, the yard was full and they took it to a yard next door. That is what I was told by my insurance broker when they finally found my pickup.

I got a call from an assessor not long after that asking me if my battery was flat. I answered no and that was the last I heard until I got an email from the insurance company that my claim was approved and that they are sending my pickup to the panel beater.

Over a month since the fire, I got my pickup back minus a alarm system. It is up to the insurance company to solve the mystery and rectify. I'll go back to reading some mystery novels. 

Monday, 5 March 2018

When it Rains

All I have is a little faith. They say even with little faith you can move mountains. I am trying, believe me, I am trying. It seems that somehow with the little faith that I have I am getting through the month but it is still piling up in front of me. 

My pickup Suzzette, was dropped off this afternoon in the midst of a highveld thunderstorm. The repair work looked okay but I could not stay long in the rain as I am down with a nasty bug since yesterday. Yes I did not eat any polony or any viennas as I don't enjoy pink slime, so it can't be that listeriosis recall.

Later when I was putting Suzzette away, I notice that the alarm did not work. Oh dear now I have to make sure that she is under lock and key for the night and the beams activated around her just to keep her safe until I can get her back to the panel beaters tomorrow morning.

Sunday, 4 March 2018

Sick Duke

Thanks Marco, I felt like I had been run over by a bus this morning. My eyes and nose felt all squashed up together like, with a steam train running through my head. Yes Marco has been struggling with flu for the last 6 weeks and he has been in at the show daily. I must have caught some bug from him because I felt real bad this morning.

I crawl out of bed, overdose on Corensa C, Grippon, and headache tablets, and somehow managed to ride Scarlet to the Randfontein Show. Don't ask me how we managed to get here in one piece, all I know Scarlet can ride herself without any intervention from me. I just need to hold on. After opening up Custom Couches stand, I got myself a slash puppy, put my feet up on the Duke L-Shape couch, closed my eyes and slowly sipped the iced cool drink. 

Towards the end of the morning I was burning with a fever. Which to me is a good thing because I know my body is fighting the virus. The battle was hard but I eventually gave up trying to keep my eyes open and Scarlet carried me home to sleep the rest of the day away.

Saturday, 3 March 2018

Queen of the Show

Day 3 of Custom Couches at the Randfontein Show, and my Vespa called Scarlet, has become quite a hit with old and young alike. I am glad that she is shining at the show, getting all the attention she deserves because normally like a true Poser, she would be parked in the garage and taken out occasionally but at this show she is becoming the star, the queen bee.

The Randfontein Show is getting very busy, it feels like the entire West Rand is passing through the gates and the long hours is starting to get to me.

Friday, 2 March 2018

Bathing Scarlet

Since my pickup is still at the panel beaters, getting a new radiator which has been claimed as the cause of the electrical fire, I have to use Scarlet, my Red Baroness Vespa to commute to the Randfontein Show. 

I thought, since I will be at the show on my red Vespa and the corporate colours of Custom Couches is red, it would look kind of grand to put Scarlet on the stand, hence I had to get her a wash and polish. 

The first place I went too, did a Eco Wash which is waterless but wanted to charge R70 just for a wash. Dudes this not Cape Town. We are not spiralling to Day Zero, so no one in their right mind would pay R70 to wash a bike, no-one unless you live in Cape Town that is. After asking around, I found these guys next to the Total garage in Randfontein. Using water, soap, they gave Scarlet a good through bath with a polish afterwards at only R40. Thank you, Scarlet looks perfect.

Thursday, 1 March 2018


It is the Randfontein Show, and here I am at the Custom Couches stand helping out. I must say that the Randfontein Show has an old time carnival feel to it compared to the Rand Easter Show and Decorex. It is a more relaxed family orientated show and although Custom Couches is here for sales, I am sure we are going to make an notable brand impact on the far West Rand. 

We did a walk around this morning and came across these camels with a sign next to them,
For Sale
At first glance, you think WHAAAAT, camels for sale then you realise that the company is Camel Estates and this was just their For Sale board that they put outside properties that are for sale.


Wednesday, 28 February 2018

Hold on Tight

Hold on tight, daddy, this year is already flying!

Yes it is just about March, which means we already near the end of the first quarter of the year. What happened to January and February? Anyways Minky is staying close to me.

Tuesday, 27 February 2018

Living on the Edge

Everyday now, I've been taking River Song for walks on the lead and I try take different routes to make it exciting for her. I think she is enjoying it. Today I walked the side of the gorge and took this photo facing north towards the Walter Sisulu National Botanical Gardens which is downstream. It is there that the famous Black Eagle pair nest just 2km from where I am currently standing. Every now and then they drift up the gorge looking for food.

To the right off camera of course is my house at the edge of this beautiful area, and to the right also off camera is the deepest gorge in Gauteng, the Witpoortjie Kloof.

Monday, 26 February 2018


Oh well, last week I started lead training with River Song, taking her on the lead for some walks around the neighbourhood. At first it was a very strange concept to be tired to the end of a lead and be constraint as to where to run to.

Walkies! I am starting to sound like Barbara Woodhouse, a TV animal behaviourist from the 8os. I am not sure if she is still around but I still remember her shrill voice "Walkies" and "siT" with the T nearly being spat out.

Now River Song is starting to enjoy her time with daddy on short walks, smelling new plants and side walks, and when a strange dog rushes her only to be stopped by a gate or fence, River Song hackles rise up and is instantly alert as she gives this low growl.

Next I need to get her socialising with other dogs other than her pack.

Sunday, 25 February 2018


Teď se chystáme grilování, it is Anika's birthday, všechno nejlepší k narozeninám. I hope my Google translate is doing a good job as I can't speak Czech. Anyways happy days Anika, may you have a blessed year ahead, but before we get ahead of ourselves first we have to get through this awesome feast that both you and your hubby Gary have prepared for us, as I will now translate from Czech, nou gaan ons braai.

Saturday, 24 February 2018


Eish it is quiet this time of month, between paydays with not much traffic through the doors. So here I am with Kati manning the showroom at Custom Couches while I update their digital platforms.

Friday, 23 February 2018

Shadow of Sycamore

From out the shadows of the fallen Sycamore tree in our front yard, are many cycads sprouting. It is as if the cycads have a new release on life in the warmth of the sun.

Our front garden looked like a disaster zone when we cut the large imposing tree down last year. Now after all the rains, life has started growing where there once was dirt. I still have to do something with this area but for now it is Friday, so let the weekend begin.

Thursday, 22 February 2018

Cat in a Box

The Queen Pineapple, Rosy loves playing in boxes, and when one presented itself on the kitchen counter, it become a perfect opportunity to ambush other cats as they came closer to see what dad is cooking for supper.

Okay what is daddy cooking for supper, uhmmm chicken pie, meouw.

Wednesday, 21 February 2018

Anni Manika

Are you sitting down, Anni, shown behind Manika, doesn't like her photo taken but since tomorrow is her birthday and Manika whose birthday was yesterday twisted Anni's arm to pose in a joint birthday feast. So here is probably the only photo you will ever seen of Anni enjoying the birthday treats that she and Manika provided for us at BankservAfrica.

As we celebrated, the budget speech went out on all broadcast media, and all I can say we are in for some tough times as taxes are drastically increased. I am thinking I should draw up a basket list of monthly essential grocery items and price them from several supermarkets in the area to do a monthly report on where to go to still have your cake.

Tuesday, 20 February 2018

Hop Along

This morning either one of the cats or her cellphone tried to kill Lynda, as she took a nose dive down the stairs at the end of the passage and flew through the door into the bedroom. Lynda hurt her right foot quite badly in the fall, thankfully nothing was broken.

Not used to crutches, Lynda had to learn how to use them, as seen in this photo. Not sure quite how they fitted to her arms she battled to hop along. I was tempted to place a Learner sticker on her back as struggled to move around.

Monday, 19 February 2018

Dr House Calls

The Doctor does house calls. Yip Mark from ME Motorcycles, came round this afternoon to pick up my Vespa. Last Friday, I discovered a bulge on the rear tyre and I could not ride up to Pretoria to fetch Matthew. Now Mark has to come round, pick Scarlet up and get a new rear tyre fitted.

I must say Mark is looking very grey, ja boet, we all seem to be getting old lately.

Sunday, 18 February 2018

New Water Meter

Wow, the Joburg Water has strange times. We reported a problem with our old water meter as how can we use R11,000 worth of water in 1 month without even a water leak. After reporting the leak, they sent out a team to check our water meter, they arrived just a little over 22h00 on a Saturday night. The lady foreman was barefeet and soaking wet. She said that she just came from a bad water leak that they just repaired and all her clothes are wet including her shoes.

After a visual inspection they said that there was nothing that they could see wrong with our meter and that if we wanted to get it tested, we had to pay R3,400 and the Joburg Water will take out the old meter, put in the new type of meter, which our entire street has except us, and have the old one tested.

We paid the amount to the City of Joburg and this Sunday afternoon they came and installed the new one, and took the old one away for testing.

Saturday, 17 February 2018

Matthew and River Song

Wow River Song is getting bigger and bigger every day. She is currently eating daily the same amount my other 3 dogs ate in 3 days. The Italian Greyhounds used to pick their food, now they just watch River Song wolf down the food.

At 3 and a half months old, River Song has developed this deep bark, that even puts the neighbours Labrador to shame. In a way I am proud of her strong voice yet at the same time I am a little concerned that the neighbours might complain.

When Matthew came home from university, River Song was all over him.

Friday, 16 February 2018

Battle of the Bulge

Eish what more can happen? I needed to go up to Pretoria to fetch Matthew for the weekend with my Vespa since my pickup was still at the panel beaters, I got a SMS stating that my pickup was was now in the striping department after it was moved to this panel beater in Florida from my insurance company's yard.

Firstly I needed fuel and rode to the neareat petrol station but on the way I heard this doff doff sound which I wasn't too sure about. After fulling up I put the bike up on the centre stand and was revving up the engine trying to see where the sound was coming from, it was then that I saw the bulge in the rear tyre.

Oh no, just why me? well I can be ever so thankful that I heard the sound, investigated, and found what could be the problem before I hit the highway. Having a rear wheel blow out on a bike at speed is like riding a wild fish. Not as deadly as having the front tyre go but it shakes so much that all you can do is hold on and somehow slow down while avoiding any obstacles like cars. This has happened a few times to me while riding my Vespa but thank the Lord, that it didn't happen again. Now to somehow get money for a new rear tyre.

Give me strength to say "It is well with my soul".

Thursday, 15 February 2018

Hunting for Orchids

The other day I was thinking about this extremely endangered orchid, the Brachycorythis conica subsp. transvaalensis or better known as the Albertina Sisulu orchid. How do we get better public awareness of this small ground orchid. I was already doing social media for the Proteadal Conservation Association which is trying to protect the area where the last remaining orchids are found from scrupulous developers. And the answer was more social and mainstream media champions.

This orchid has a name, Albertina Sisulu, a political name yet a name none the less and I thought about my friend Jedidjah who runs a website, "I have a Name - This is my story" and has a very successful social following. So I contacted her and she was keen to come out and see the rare orchid, it would sure put a different spin on "I have a name". I also invited another friend, Heather from the 2Summers fame.

This morning it started raining and sadly Heather pulled out, hopefully she can come another day. I phoned Jedidjah to see if she also wanted to postpone but she was still keen. I said to her that we would have to hike just over a kilometre in the on/off rain unless we had a 4x4 and then we could get closer. She answered that she is driving a 4x4 so it was all systems go.

We got about a third of the way when the dirt track became very clay like so we abandoned the 4x4 and continued on foot. By the time we got to the orchid I was soaked through to the skin and Jedidjah was just all smiles in us finding the Albertina Sisulu in these conditions. It was a muddy and successful adventure.

Wednesday, 14 February 2018

Grandparents Day

I am way too young to be a grandparent and alas here I am, at a creche with Lynda and granddaughter Rebekah on Grandparents Day. Okay look cool, everything is going to be alright, no one will ever guess that I am a granddad, no one in their right mind that is.

Okay what do granddads and grandmothers do with their grandchildren at a grandparents day. A lot of grand things since all the words start with grand. So first of all we get to help Rebekah stick little flower shapes buttons and pompoms on a cushion next to Rebekah's name.

Near the end we were given a little wooden sign with the words " Grandparents make the world a little softer, a little kinder, and a little warmer", along with a photo of us with Rebekah. They forgot that we grandparents love to load our grandchildren with lots of sugar and then send them back to bounce off the walls.

But forget the sugar, cutie pie here has some glue on her finger.

Tuesday, 13 February 2018


Lately my second favourite day is Tuesdays after Sundays of course. My least are Mondays no need to go there, and well Fridays used to be my favourite, working from home has wipe that thank goodness its Friday down to a status of Thursdays. Hump Day or Wednesday is okay along with Saturdays but it is Tuesday evenings when we get together for Connect group that makes Tuesday important to me.

Meeting on a Tuesday evening when we all tired from the start of another week, just to connect with each other and discuss Sunday's sermon, pull it apart and of course crit Jon's conversion to vegetarianism which I must say made me block out the rest of his Sunday's sermon. I mean the horror of finding out that the pastor is a no more meat, no more braai person just threw me from the left field that I didn't heard another word out of his mouth. Luckily my Connect group put me straight by saying that Jon finished his vegetarian sentence with only joking as his idea of a good meal is simply a large steak. Shoj, I was contemplating finding another flock where the sheep have teeth. Jon if you are reading this, I am sorry bru, but you can come round for some pork ribs, anytime (just to check that you were joking).

Anyways, since I am stuck in my home office most of the time, I am finding it difficult to get fresh ideas for photos so getting out on a Tuesday evening helps. Here is one of Jesse, a vegetarian of course, delicately eating a mini brownie and below an filter of me getting busted.

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