Baby J duly came home on Friday, and has so far been very good. (As I am holding thumbs and big toes all at the same time, I can’t move too well.)
Otherwise the day was spent in some rather wasted trips across death valley and back to fetch a repaired item which, upon return, was found not to have been, and to pick up some CDs of my music which turned out to have mysteriously vanished, and will have to be redone.
Today: first I took part in a Community Policing show of force where some twenty to thirty vehicles cruised around the suburb in convoy and we gave nasty looks at anyone who looked at all criminal. I came back to find Much Better Half in the throes of much telephone activity – it appears that despite all the precautions she always takes with her credit card, some of the criminal elements we were glaring at have somehow managed to clone it and are having a ball with cash withdrawals and purchases of thousands of rands’ worth of things from petrol to hardware. This is most worrying, because the card has never been out of her possession or sight. How on earth did they do it?
Then we went to a ceremony where certificates of appreciation were handed out to Much Better Half and Sister-in-Law for being part of a team transcribing genealogical information which now goes into a Home Affairs database. After that we had a late lunch at Sr-i-L’s hovel from where this view was visible, and we glugged much Graca, chomped a brilliant Greek dish based on marrow bones, and listened to vintage LP records from Beatles to Beethoven.