Wow, kudos to the municipality servicing Gordon’s Bay. Our black municipal rubbish bin was stolen last week Tuesday, and after opening a case with the police and alerting the municipality on Wednesday, we were told to wait 14 days for our new replacement wheelie bin – free of charge.
So you can very well imagine my surprise when today a truck rocked up at our gate bearing a load of fresh black rubbish bins on the back. A little bit of paperwork, an updated sticker, and our brand spanking new bin is now ready for duty.
And in only 4 working days.
Now just to break out the paintbrush and paint so as to make sure that no one is going to surreptitiously remove this one!
Nice post title because it just rolls off the tongue when you say it out aloud, but actually it refers to three completely unrelated points that I’ve just happened to bundle all together because they all take place on the same day.
So let’s start with the carpet then shall we?
After noticing that Jessica is quite willing to stay on her tummy and flail around for longer the harder the surface she finds herself on, we yanked away all the protective cushioning and now let her roll around directly on the lounge carpet. Works pretty well except for the teeny weeny problem that our carpet is dirty. Very, very dirty.
It’s partly the cats fault, partly my disinterest in properly cleaning the bottom of my feet, and mostly because we only really yank the vacuum cleaner out every second month (if that), meaning that in addition to increasing Jessie’s tummy time, her immune system was probably also getting a good boost thanks to all the nasties down there.
Needless to say, we had to rectify the situation, and so we called upon Monty and Cheryl to come through for supper – and just maybe lug their fantastic Kirby vacuum cleaner along with them! ;)
Thankfully they accepted, and in amongst all the wine, tuna wraps, and ice-cream with strawberries, the Kirby proved yet again why it is by far the ultimate carpet cleaning machine! (Seriously, it looks like a brand new carpet, and achieving that with our carpet is an achievement to say the least!)
Anyway, at the same time, we also got added to the official SA stats, courtesy of Census 2011, with the arrival of a designated census worker outside my front gate during the afternoon. Being a little busy with work, I opted to take the form from her and fill it out on my own time before handing it back to her in the evening. So I dutifully did this, in pencil, and must congratulate her on having given me the correct estimate when I asked her how long I could expect this to take – she said 30 minutes and I did it in 30 minutes. (Shamefully, it would seem that everyone else that has done this, has done it in a far shorter period of time, so I’ll just put this done to being more dutiful than the rest then.)
On handing over the census back to the lady in the evening, Chantelle noticed that our black wheelie refuse bin hadn’t been returned yet, and after a cursory scan and chat to the complex maintenance guy, we were forced to assume that it had been pilfered from the herd. So off to the police station for a case number and a phone call to the municipality – 14 days to get a replacement one delivered, and at no cost to us, which is particularly nice to hear. Oh, and for now the rubbish placed in black bags will suffice for collection.
And with that, I have neatly concluded my Tuesday of Carpet Census Bin story, don’t you think?
You see that fellow tucked away in at the bottom right of the above picture? You know, that rather round guy all dressed in black and wearing some sort of grille as a hat? Well I’m sad to say he is no more – some bloody arsehole has decided to remove him from behind our flat and whisk him away to parts unknown! :(
I can only assume that some opportunist reasoned, hey these people have both a Weber and a proper braai here – surely they don’t need both and wouldn’t mind if I simply took old Weber and gave him a new home? Or even better, made some cash by selling him off to some unsuspecting sod?
Well anyway, the point is that some bloody idiot has gone and stolen our Weber that was given to us by Monty and Cheryl, and quite frankly, we may now never again experience the taste pleasure that comes from a properly cooked Weber chicken.
Plus, now I need to head out and get some kind of chain or something to secure the remaining braai here on our property – it would be an absolute disaster if that too all of a sudden decided to find feet! :(
Motherfucking piece of shit. Bloody ass-wipe monkeys! If I ever catch that baboon be it a kid, a hobo or just some other piece of trash I am going to beat them black and blue simply because that is how I feel when someone messes with my car or any other piece of my property for that matter. Last nght I made the nasty discovery that some horseturd had deemed it okay to rip the Volkswagen badge right off from the boot of my car sometime during the day. I’m not entirely sure where it happened, but more than likely it was during the day at the Bellville train station parking lot because I recall seeing that they had broken into a couple of cars via the side windows when I was leaving the station last night.
I think the effect is the same for any man whenever someone messes with especially their car and I am pretty sure Chantelle was rather disturbed at my rather rude outburst when we came across the damage last night on our way out to supper with Retha. Luckily I only stayed pissed off for a little while because in the end we actually had a very enjoyable evening out, though this morning my anger returned a little when I had to open my boot to stash my gym bag before heading off to work.
Luckily the badge was affixed by that double sided sticky tape they use so at least the car’s paintwork wasn’t damaged when they ripped it off because otherwise I would have been even more super pissed off. The only crappy part of this whole story is that those bloody badges are so frickin’ expensive to replace – for instance, Chris’ Mazda MX-5 badge was also swiped a little while ago and they quoted him R550 for a replacement! I’m hoping the Volkswagen badge is a tad cheaper than that :(
Anyway, enough of my ranting. You will now return to the normal scheduled broadcasting. If you have any complaints please send a mail to the Broadcasting Complaints Commission, P.O. Box 4412, Craighall’
After looking at this post after I finished uploading it, I couldn’t help but notice how my writing style and sentence structure deteriorates when I am angry. Oh well, all the better to carry over the emotion I guess.