My "House Repairs" saga continues. My electric gate having become an electric wall. What fun.
My gorgeous fig tree has crown gall, which can be fatal. Three big limbs have been taken off, and we're in wait and see mode. Will the try fight off the infection? Or will we need to reduce it to a stump and let it start again?
In better news, the leaky roof has been sealed and the room redecorated. The misbehaving shower has been persuaded to toe the line.
Mavro (Blackie), my local tavern owner took great offence at the six month wait for an appointment I was given to exchange my driving licence, and wants to accompany me back to the office on Monday. I thought for a faster appointment, but no, he means for a new licence. Connections, eh?
Of all the problems that the World is facing, I would imagine that "the plight" of Afrikaaner farmers in South Africa would be quite low on people's "Urgent List", but the Donald has waded in, parroting nonsense that he found on the internet, includung some pictures from Congo, of all places. What's three thousand four hundred kilometres between friends? I daresay it's all a distraction from some simple grifting. I have several South African friends, including Afrikaaners. One of them is moving back to Cape Town from Cyprus next month. Not exactly panic stations.
I've been rewatching the West Wing - you know, the TV series that imagines the Democrats hid information from the public about an unwell President. Pah! As if.
It's great TV, although imagining President Trump in the Situation Room does make me feel a little queasy.
The picture above is of one of our jacaranda trees; my Dad's favourite. His birthday is early June, and every late May, when these magnificent trees burst into magenta, I think of him.
Right. Time for a cold beer.
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