Tuesday, 31 October 2017

Mini Couches

Way back in June this year I met a lady who was selling miniature couch door stoppers. Some lady from Vereeniging was making them. I expressed interest in some samples for Custom Couches and finally on Monday they arrived. These door stoppers are basically a brick for the weight and are covered in decorative fabrics to resemble mini couches. Cute aren’t they?

Just in time too as the furniture factory of Custom Couches which was bursting at the seams moved to a new premises. The showroom will be expanded into what was the old factory. The new mini couches will be perfect in the new showroom.

Monday, 30 October 2017

Pool Buoys

A few weeks back, the hailstorm damaged our pool solar heaters on the roof and they started leaking. All this time we could not use our poor pump as the shut-off valve was not working as it should. Finally after all these weeks, our house insurance sent in the Pool Buoys to replace the damaged panels.

The installers, Boy and Mpho from the Pool Buoys arrived this morning with the new panels. The new panels are different than the old damaged ones as I was told by the assessor they don’t have that system in the country anymore and would have to order in. When the new panels were off-loaded and the old ones removed it was obvious that the new panels are bigger than the older ones, by a metre so they had to re-arrange the layout. Yay soon I will get my sparkling clean swimming pool back just in time for summer.

Sunday, 29 October 2017

I Believe

This is it, I am nailing my colours to the mast and I will the Hillsong song "This I Believe" which we sang at Centre Church this morning. This is my creed.

Our Father everlasting
The all creating One
God Almighty

Through Your Holy Spirit
Conceiving Christ the Son
Jesus our Saviour

Our Judge and our Defender
Suffered and crucified
Forgiveness is in You

Descended into darkness
You rose in glorious life
Forever seated high

I believe in You
I believe You rose again
I believe that Jesus Christ is Lord

I believe in life eternal
I believe in the virgin birth
I believe in the saints' communion
And in Your holy Church

I believe in God our Father
I believe in Christ the Son
I believe in the Holy Spirit
Our God is three in one

I believe in the resurrection
That we will rise again
For I believe in the name of Jesus

Saturday, 28 October 2017

Snake Lily

In our old place along the banks of the Jukskei River in Lanseria, the glorious Paintbrush lily used to come up everywhere through our lawn about this time. The toxic Scadoxus puniceus as they are known in botany speak, are very beautiful, and since we moved up into the hills I am very surprised to find this pair high up on the cliff face overlooking the entrance of the kloof. Looking the lily up on the internet, I found that they normally grow in cool, shady habitats such as ravines and forests.

It is an overcast cold day which confused me as it is well into summer, but the cooler weather helped in the trek into the kloof to fetch holy water. Not me, my maid, Lezzie, wanted to go down and collect the holy water but was afraid of the Mamlambo, the goddess of the rivers who dwells down in the plunge pool of the small waterfall below us. For me it was an excuse to check up on the sewerage pipes. What I didn’t expect to find was the Paintbrush lily. The Mamlambo African deity is a snake mermaid like creature which can take many forms. Interesting the Paintbrush lily is also called the Snake lily.

I waited on a rock, while Lizzie, crept into the hole which was one of the sources of the stream to collect holy water. I must have being a sight, as many pilgrims were very afraid of me, as it is known that the Mamlambo takes many forms, and a white man sitting on a rock outside the source of holy water, beckoning them to come closer didn’t help at all. One lady started singing a hymn on top of her voice as she looked away while she quickly walked past. All the time Lizzie still in the hole, hearing this, started laughing.

I tried to introduce myself as the Prophet Jerome but that didn’t help one iota.

Friday, 27 October 2017

A Lady named Gregg

This morning I had a Proteadal Conservation Association meeting with a socialite called Gregg, a lady who is good at organising large fund raising events. Yes you read correctly, her first name is Gregg and she even showed me her ID when she saw the question in my eyes. Believe me when I tell you she reminded me of the Johnny Cash’s song "A Boy Named Sue" and remembering the song I did not even smile.

For the record, I got on well with her bubbly character, and think with a name like Gregg, she is going places.

Representing the PCA was June, Belinda, and myself at the Cafe Muse just outside the Featherbrooke Estate. I must say it was a good meeting with Gregg, and a Golf Day is planned for February next year to Save the Ridge from developers. The Ridge is the ridge system stretching from Constantia Kloof all the way to Kings Kloof. It is home to a myriad of animals including the nesting Black Eagles at Walter Sisulu National Botanical Gardens. There are also a number of Red Listed plants only found here such as the Albertina Sisulu Orchids with little over 100 left in the world, and right in the path of developers who want to build high density flats. So you can now understand the urgency of trying to save the ridge.

So watch this space for an awesome Golf Day and a lady called Gregg who is moving the earth to #SaveOurRidge

Thursday, 26 October 2017

Balmy Evening

This evening after a hot African summer’s day, I set up dinner on the deck. A cool breeze softly blew down the valley. I prepared mac and cheese for supper which is an easy meal to rustle up as I had a visitor coming round later in the evening, an old work colleague from Metrorail days.

The setting sun through the building up of clouds is heralding a front coming in. Usually this is preceded by strong winds but this evening the breeze was lovely, gentle, and most welcome.

Wednesday, 25 October 2017

Cape White-Eye

Oh dear living here in this beautiful home of ours which is situated on the edge of a Protea forest overlooking the deepest gorge in Gauteng, is inadvertently turning me into twitcher. Not that I track down rare birds but the birds, moths, and butterflies come to me and the garden.

This morning a Cape White-Eye came to enjoy the apple that I put out. Wow it is noisy in the garden today with the sounds of all sorts of birds. No such thing as silence of nature, as it roars with life, you just need to open your ears and listen to creation.

Tuesday, 24 October 2017

Sweet Jasmine

The scent of the jasmine's purple and white flowers are so beautiful to my nose, that it is one of my favourite plants in my garden. It is a pity that it is downwind from my office as I can’t get the benefit of its fragrance unless I stand right next to it.

Captain's Log: Tuesday the 24 October 2017, the day Lynda and I join a connect group. I don't remember all the names, as I am not good at remembering names but they, the Connect Group will grow on me, and soon the names will be second nature and we are one family. Oh dear, we are the oldest ones in this new small group, what happened to my old group where I was the youngest.

I really enjoyed my old BBC Home Circle group that was held at Andy and Sandy's home in Bryanston but that is now a long way away as we have moved on to a different family, the Centre Church. And even though we have moved on, it still feels like we were always part of the same family. For it is written, that we are the sweet fragrance of the Messiah to God.

Monday, 23 October 2017

Cool Tebogo

The time has finally come to switch on fibre as we step from the 3rd world into 1st world communications. Yes the final piece in the fibre journey was fetching the router from Tebogo from Cool Ideas. Oh I could wait for another day or two for a courier to deliver a router but it was quicker just fetching it myself.

Tebogo did the final configurations, the laptop, phones, and TV was a easy setup but my desktop PC with its ancient Windows still coursing through its veins was a little tricky but Tebogo finally got down to the problem and viola we into the next generation.

Speed Test
Ping: 3ms
Download: 99.21Mbps
Upload: 95.54Mbps

Sunday, 22 October 2017

Odd One Out

Oh that is an awesome title, the Odd One out, 3 Os. Lynda and I have been seeking a spiritual home for some time now, somewhere where Lynda’s daughter and granddaughter can feel at home too. We were told about this imperfect church in Northriding by an old friend from the BBC Men’s Group days and decided to give it a try since we are imperfect too.

We have been going to Centre Church for about a month now and it is growing on us, can I say that? On the one side of the hall where we meet in Banbury Crossing, has this missing light ever since we have being coming here. Yes, just one globe missing, the odd one out, it is a perfect example of an imperfect me. By the way area where Banbury Crossing centre is has always been known as a drug den, it even has been exposed on Carte Blanche.

Anyways, like a light on a hill, God has drawn us here, for what reason I don’t know as I don’t even sport a tattoo as I think is a requirement. No that must be wrong; the requirement is that we know that none of us is perfect in this broken world. The Spirit convicted us that we are most loved, even the Father knows my name. So as we draw near to the Light, His son, Jesus, holds our hand as He stands beside us before the perfect Father God.

Saturday, 21 October 2017

Krispy Lynda

Well the krispy weekend is well on its way with fibre installed into our home yesterday, Lynda and I have been preparing for this conversion away from Telkom and Multichoice for some time. Our plans are slowly becoming a reality. This move although an expensive one initially will halve our internet and entertainment costs. For so long we’ve been at the mercy of expensive data and satellite TV costs, with fibre this will all change therefore the celebration of some Krispy Kreme doughnuts.

Friday, 20 October 2017

Stalking Cats

Yay it is Friday and as usual I am in my garden at the end of the day at the end of a long week, enjoying the birth of new things all around me as green is replacing the old dried up brown of winter.

Storms have wrecked havoc everywhere. I am still waiting for my insurance to get back to me about my swimming pool’s solar heaters. In the meanwhile the pool water is becoming green too. Other than my pool and the deck which needs a sanding down and re-treating, the garden is looking good.

And the two cats Minky and Paddington both enjoy it when daddy is out in the garden. I just love this photo that is focused on Minky who is stalking Paddy. They take turns, chasing each other in mock attacks. Ahhh it is lovely out here in the garden. The birds are singing in happiness while the cats are distracted by each other.

Thursday, 19 October 2017

Marcel Duval

Marcel was one of Matthew’s closest friends and sadly 2 years ago on the 2 October 2015 he was tragically killed. The loss of this young man was devastating to his family and to his close group of friends. So why am I writing about Marcel Duval, well this would have been his final year of High School and the end of the year Honours Function at Ashton International College which is tonight is dedicated to this young man who was taken away at such a young age.

Gone and never forgotten is the theme for tonight as the young children receive their honours, trophies, and certificates for the year 2017. The Marcel Duval Memorial Trophy Best Chess Player is dedicated to the memory of Marcel who along with Matthew loved the game of chess.

Matthew honoured his close friend by this year becoming the school’s Best Chess Player of the Year 2017. Along with winning the trophy received his full colours for Chess as well as for Drama.

Well done Matthew, and Marcel you are not forgotten.

Wednesday, 18 October 2017

Dominie se Visit

Jon, the pastor at Centre Church, came a house calling this morning at 8am. Now I don’t have a Dominie se Kamer, an Afrikaans traditional 2nd sitting room in the house that is set up for visitors especially the dominie or in English the pastor. A large family bible is normally on display open as if being read and the special room is never used other than for visitors. Now we don’t have one of these special sitting rooms as we live life warts and all.

I did say to Jon, "anytime", and when he said 8am, I answered "how about I do a breakfast?" Awesomeness! Okay I usually cook an awesome breakfast in bed on the weekends, but "in bed" won’t do for the dominie, now will it. So I set up a table on the deck which turned out neat, well in my books it is especially for breaking bread with the dominie.

Once Jon arrived, I made him a lekker cup of Nespresso coffee with frothy milk, then proceeded to rustle up some breakfast while we chatted, before moving onto the deck. It was like all the birds in the area seem to know that Jon is an avid birdie and came to visit. Okay not all but quite a few.

Two hours later, as Jon drove off to his next dominie’s visit, I suddenly realised that I enjoyed the visit so much that I forgot to take a photo of Jon for my daily blog. Eish I am getting slack in my old age. Oh well 2nd prize, a photo of the simple table setting with the view.

Tuesday, 17 October 2017

Illegal Dumping

Coming home today, I notice this white double cab pickup reversing up to one of our green belts in our neighbourhood of Roodekrans in Elkie Road. It looked suspicious with it being loaded with garden refuse and other rubble in the bin.

I did a u-turn and from a distance watched the driver get out, open the bin and proceed to dump. I then quickly phoned the Roodekrans Neighbourhood Watch chairperson, Andreas, and asked him about the legality of what I was witnessing.

Yes, it is illegal and Andreas asked me to get a photo of the driver and the vehicle’s licence plate.

So I drove up right next to the illegal dumping and proceeded to take photos. The driver then stopped what he was doing and came over armed with his broom, to try stop me taking photos. I told him it was illegal what he was doing; he apologised, said he was from Soweto and he didn’t know it was illegal to dump on the side of the road. While he confronted me, the photos of the driver and the vehicle’s licence plate were being sent off to the Roodekrans Neighbourhood Watch. He then walked back to his pick up, closed the bin and drove off.

By this time a Roodekrans Neighbourhood Watch car arrived and escorted him out of our neighbourhood carrying most of his load.

Monday, 16 October 2017

Pool Inspector

Oh no, the swimming pool is slowly turning green. Last week Monday afternoon we had an awful hail storm and the next day when the swimming pool pump kicked in, we had water pouring off the roof. The turned on the bypass but that didn't stop the water reaching the roof but slowed it down a bit.

The insurance assessors came and said that the swimming pool's solar heaters on the roof has been damaged by the hail and needs to be replaced. That was a week ago and we are still waiting for the insurance to get back to us. In the meantime, our cat Princess, does not like what she sees during her garden inspections. What normally is sparkling blue water is going a greener shade of blue. How long will we have to wait until I can put the swimming pools pump back on?

Sunday, 15 October 2017

Pumpkin Patch

Pumpkin Patch, o, o, o, Pumpkin Patch, let's all run to Pumpkin Patch! Wow those words ring through my mind from a children’s TV series from the 80s. I actually met Woofles, or should I say Adrian Galley who dressed up as the dog Woofles in the TV show Pumpkin Patch. Well we did a Multimedia Course together in Randburg many moons ago. I remember him telling me that he was Woofles and I laughed, it was funny at the time. I also remember going to a party at his house in Randpark Ridge close to the Rhema Church. Wow that was a long time ago.

Anyways, it was this pumpkin patch in Pick ‘n Pay that reminded me of the children’s series. As I walked into this supermarket, I was appalled at all the Christmas decorations going up. My word they sure start early. And then I saw these Halloween Pumpkins as they are calling them. Pumpkin Patch, o, o, o, Pumpkin Patch, let's all run to Pumpkin Patch!

Saturday, 14 October 2017

Rebekah is 2

Ahhh granddaughter Rebekah turns 2 today and I don’t know who is more excited Rebekah or Ganna. The terrible twos is when a 2 year old starts wearing her heart on her sleeve, in her voice, her stamping of her feet, and her crocodile tears.

Stamping of her feet, oh no, never, although when Ganna leaves, I’ve seen her throw herself onto the floor in a tantrum as she tries to show her displeasure of her Ganna Lynda leaving. Expressing her emotions is what a 2 year old is all about, so I am going to put it out there with Rebekah, the terrible twos will just be a fable, a myth, as this year although challenging, Rebekah will be the fun of the party, learning to control those emotions and have boundless curiosity learning and understanding the rules.

Friday, 13 October 2017

MpumiK and Sisa

Okay Mpumi likes to be called MpumiK as according to her there are many Mpumis in the world and she is different or should I say unique. I would say we are all unique with our own special gifts in our own special way, thank goodness as there can only be one of me, eh Sisa.

As you can see with MpumiK and Sisa from Bankserv Africa’s Marketing department, I am back in the Joburg CBD today at Bankserv. Sisa said that I must come more often as I lift the spirit of the office, maybe because it is Friday, yay!

Okay lets all do the weekend dance! Come on everybody, let’s do the dance!

Thursday, 12 October 2017

ZCC Disaster

Protea trees are their own worst enemy, as they are one of the few species of trees that can burn while still green. In other words, you don’t have to wait till the wood to dry before using as firewood.

Down in the valley, the pilgrims come from all over to access the holy water springing from the rocks. Thankfully reports I received on Saturday from the Walter Sisulu National Botanical Gardens downstream from where we are, is that the water has never smelt cleaner in a long time. Thanks to all the hard efforts by all the groups concerned. And the pilgrims are too very happy that the holy water is now clean from sewerage.

I don't have a problem with most of the pilgrims, as they just come to pray and collect the holy water, but some like this chap from the Star denomination of the ZCC religious group shown above, spend a couple of nights at a time, roughing it in caves and rock crevasses. It is these chaps which cause the problems.

I caught this ZCC Star member breaking down Protea tree branches to use for fire. Now I have nearly exhausted all avenues in stopping the destruction of the Protea trees. The trees are protected by law but no one, not even the Green Scorpions, are doing anything to stop it. I have spoken to individual pilgrims, I have shown them the alien trees that can be cut down, I have left alternative timber for them to use as firewood, I have spread the story of the Mamlambo, an evil African spirit that lives at the waterfall below us that, who is angry that people are cutting down her children, yet still the Protea tress are being destroyed.

It is becoming a disaster area, and I am losing the battle. Maybe some high ranking ZCC bishop can help? My last resort is that I may need to move away from the religious groups and look at the traditional healers such as sangoma and inyangas. They are respected by the people, so who can help put some powerful muti around here in the Protea forest and along with the ancestors, and the African spirit living down by the waterfall, the Mamlambo, they all can help protect this African heritage?

Wednesday, 11 October 2017

Surveying Her Queendom

It was a quite peaceful day after all the troubles the storm had caused on Monday with Durban feeling the weather’s wroth yesterday.

An assessor came round today to assess the damage and another is coming tomorrow. Thankfully we didn’t suffer much damage, only the swimming pool’s solar water heater took some damage from the large hail, hence the assessor. The one came that came today, came for the roof, tomorrow’s one is for the solar heater.

Today the air was clean and fresh, the sky blue, and Minky surveyed her queendom from her favourite perch in the Cabbage Tree overlooking the veldt while her subjects, the guineafowls, played not too far off.

Tuesday, 10 October 2017

Assessing the Damage

Yesterday evening after the mother of storms had hit Johannesburg, social media started reporting that a tornado had touched down below the hill at Cradlestone Mall. Really, a tornado?

This morning I had to go see a client but the route was closed due to mud and ice on Wilgerood Road so I took an alternative route via Zandspruit, and yes it looked like a tornado had ripped through the informal settlement of Zandspruit. I believe Cradlestone Mall has been closed for public safety until further notice while they repair the mall BUT who is going to help these poor people living here in Zandspruit to repair their shacks they call home, who?

Although I don’t think it was an actual tornado as there are no witnesses to a funnel, the destruction due to extremely high wind was everywhere to be seen, large trees and billboards were twisted like twigs. The roof of the Toyota panel shop near Zandspruit was ripped like paper, one truck which was not overturned had a roof tile embedded into its side like a knife, and the damage was everywhere I looked.

I don't have any data but from the damage this looks like about a F2 size storm. Reports are coming in that there are fatalities and a lot of injuries and it is sad. God help us if we are ever to have a full size tornado higher than a F2 hit Jozi such as a F4 or 5.

Monday, 9 October 2017

Hail Wonderland

Down in South Africa tucked safely in on the Highveld we tend to miss all the major natural weather disasters that we have become displacent. A typical summer thunderstorm here never reaches category 3 but after a warm winter, this afternoon a mother of storms brew up from a cut off low.

It was mid afternoon sitting at my desk, when suddenly it got dark. I was wondering who turned off the lights, when I heard the first of the hail hitting the roof. A few small ones at first, then the heavens opened up with hailstones larger than golf balls. Photos came through from a few streets up from me of hail bigger than a tennis ball which was photographed next to the hail as size comparison. Checking on all our pets, only Paddy was missing. He was out there in the veldt in this.

After the storm, it was eerie quiet, I went out to access for damage but could not find any. It was while I was outside that I heard the roar. It sounded like a freight train or Victoria Falls. No it couldn’t be. I grabbed my phone and went down to the edge of the kloof, and saw the stream below had turned into a raging torrent through the narrow gorge. Anyone caught down there, surely would have gotten swept away.

All around me the rocky Protea forest looked like a winter wonderland except it was hail not snow. Although it looked beautiful, I wondered how much damage this hail storm has caused. Another storm was building up, so headed back to the safety of my home and soon after I arriving, in traipsed a nearly drowned kitty cat, Paddy, looking oh so sorry for itself.

Sunday, 8 October 2017

Guineafowls in the Mist

It rained quite a bit yesterday and into the night that the temperatures dropped considerably. We woke up to the noisy guineafowls making a racket just outside in the veldt. Finally crawling out of bed to get ready for church, I saw that the valley below us was shrouded in a blanket of thick mist. I could not even see the other side but the guineafowls were sure having fun.

Saturday, 7 October 2017

Watching the Dancers

It has been a busy Saturday, like what most my weekends have started turning out to become. First it was to drop Bradley off at work, then a Father and Son breakfast at Northgate before dropping Matthew off at Rage, the yearly computer show held at the Dome next door to Northgate.

Then it was a rush across to the Walter Sisulu Botanical Gardens for a Proteadal Conservation Association where I was co-opted onto the Board. Then it was back home for lunch and a break before setting out to pick Bradley and Matthew, and go to the Mythos Restaurant at Montecasino for Robynne’s surprise birthday party. In all the rushing, all I had was my cellphone to take photos and here is little Rebekah spellbound by the belly-dancers at Mythos.

Friday, 6 October 2017

Tongue in Cheek

Although it is in between Prelims and Finals, it is the Rage Weekend; Matthew is having a break from studying and going to attend Rage. This time he is not going dressed up as in Cosplay as one of his Anime heroes but as the hero himself, Matthew.

Notice as he pulls a tongue at his father while playing on his Xbox. Oh dear what is happening to these children of today?

Thursday, 5 October 2017

Strawberries and Yogurt

Back at Bankserv Africa’s offices but this time I am working with Wendy, the Brand and Communications Specialist, instead of with Gary who is away on a course. Most of the work entailed updating their current website which is starting to look tired. A lot was done today by Wendy and I to the website that it is now starting to look like a refresh.

Here is Wendy, having a strawberries and yogurt break.

Wednesday, 4 October 2017

Dancing over Snakes

We woke early this morning but I stayed in bed drinking my coffee and checking out social media while Lynda got up to get ready for work. It wasn’t long when I heard screams coming from the other end of the house.

Jumping out of bed, and a half naked dash across to where the screams where coming from is not what anyone would unsee in a hurry. I found Lynda frantically questioning me to why I took so long to get there as there is a snake by the back door. Apparently she stepped right over it to give the dogs some treats and Tiger the cat pointed out the snake at her feet. She screamed and danced over the snake back into the safety of the house.

Ohhh what a beautiful baby Brown House Snake. Look at this cutie pie. This one beauty must have been born last summer and it is now out and about looking for food. I picked her up and carried her to Lynda who was much calmer now. She stroked the little thing and I pointed out the identity stripes on her head. Lynda distracted the cats while I found a nice safe place for the snake in our garden.

Tuesday, 3 October 2017

Anni’s Desk

It is interesting how different people personalise their office desk. I have seen many personal work spaces, from Now Media to the IFC, from PRASA to Bosasa, so many desks, so many minds. Dare I say it is like a window into their mind that you have to somehow decipher.

An office desk is normally away from the home comforts and safety yet it is these small tokens found on a desk that makes it feel safe again. Take Gary’s desk at BankservAfrica, his workstation is open for easy access and on top are sci-fi tokens such as the USS Enterprise NCC-1701 and an Axl Rose looking skeleton, WHAT is this Guns N’ Roses rocker still alive? I don’t even known anymore. With so many celebrities fake dying online; I don’t even know who is alive or rocking up in the band in the sky. So just by looking at Gary’s desk, you know straight away where his safe zone is.

Now compare this Anni’s desk right next to Gary's, it is almost cleaned up of all personal stuff except these 4 items. Now what to make of a blue glass sphere with concentric circle patterns, a piece of amethyst, polished fuchsite or is that a malachite, and don’t forget the starfish, uhmmm. I haven’t positions these tokens at all, this is how they are sitting on her desk. Curiouser and curiouser!

Oh and then there is that hideous corporate clean desk policy that dictates robotic empty unhappy workers. If a cluttered desk is a sign of a cluttered me, then what does an empty desk indicate? An empty mind? I think a clean desk is a sign of a fearful mind.

Monday, 2 October 2017

Jumping into Hell

There was a huge pile of leaves and small branches next to the logs from the cut down trees and other garden refuse in the veldt next the gate. It is a potential security risk for the neighbour’s house that was broken in and since it was forecasted to storm late this afternoon, I thought it was good to burn it. What slipped my mind was the fact that water in the valley would be cut at 7pm for repairs. This was my safety net taken away.

About noon we set the pile alight with water hoses in standby and soon it became a smoky inferno. At 5 it was just a smouldering pile. Safe enough for me to go shower and get ready for a meeting at 7. So off I went. Just after 6 Lynda came home, I was clean and fresh, ready for the meeting. The storm was still rumbling but a long way off. The wind had picked up and I went out to check on what was left of the fire.

It was like walking into hell. The gusty wind had picked up the few cinders and it was a roaring fire once again, this time with sparks flying into the air. HELP!

No time to run and call for help. I rushed for the hose, and cried out to the heavens "Oh God help me", as I jumped into hell armed with a garden hose. After an hour, the fire was out once again but I stayed saturating the entire area, moving around debris to get water everywhere. Thankfully there was still pressure in the hose by the time I put it down. It was 7:30, too late for that meeting plus I need to clean up but I wasn’t sure how much water would there be.

It was starting to drop rain, as the lightning got closer, "Lord, I need that rain now more than ever, if I am to sleep peacefully tonight". And God answered by opening up the heavens as I looked up with my soot covered face and whispered "Thank you".

Sunday, 1 October 2017

Broken Glass

Last night at about 20 to 7, I was outside by my front gate with my tenant when I heard glass breaking coming from across the road. The house had just become empty with new people moving in this week. I walked across the street towards the house and got halfway when the alarm went off. THERE WERE PEOPLE BREAKING IN!

I did a prompt u-turn and left back to the safety of my home. I phoned my security, the neighbourhood watch, and the owners straight away. My security was on the scene in minutes, way before the neighbour’s security even arrived. All the neighbours were now on high alert.

This morning I went into the house with the owner to access the damage. Managed burglar bars and broken glass from where the burglars had smashed their way into an empty house. They must have been hoping that the new tenants would have moved in and this would be an easy score for them but they got nothing.

It is obvious that they are watching the houses from the veldt as this very house was broken into the night the owner moved in a few years back. The same happened to another neighbour a few houses down and on the night I moved in, our alarm was triggered. Since March when I cut the wattle trees down, attempts into my property and my neighbours dropped to nil. In the last month there have been 4 attempts so far including this one. THIS HAS TO STOP!

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