"let your boat of life be light, packed with only
what you need - a homely home and simple pleasures, someone to love and someone to love you,
enough to eat and enough to wear
and a little more than enough to drink:
for thirst is a dangerous thing"

Saturday, 23 November 2013

what a week...

This past week has had it all.  A 3 day visit from my friend Hans from Holland, a "business trip" to Robertson, friends and family for a braai, wine tasting in Constantia, the Noon Day Gun, lunch at The Grand and a fun evening of newbie bowls.  Add into the mix a few long morning walks, a record week of wine sales, a dog bite and spending 2 hours of the most beautiful day, in a warehouse, waiting for wine to be delivered.  It really had it all.

In no particular order - it has become a bit of a blur.

Noon Day Gun.  Nic had been with friends a few days previously and had said what a great experience it was.  All Capetonians know about, have seen and heard the gun that goes off at 12 everyday but most people I have told about it this week have not been there.  You can see it from the top of Signal Hill and would presume that you have to wind your way down to get to it - no - you get to it through Bo-Kaap.  The journey there is half the fun, cobbled streets, winding roads, chickens and potholes.  Get there 15 minutes before (11.45 ;)) and you get a bit of the history, a demonstration and then wait for the countdown.  In some ways the views are better than those from Table Mountain because it feels as though you are right there, hovering above the busy city with Table Mountain as a backdrop.

from the canon
Cape Town at its best

A business trip to Robertson
This was an interesting one.  Nic came along with Hans and I and we headed to Robertson to collect some wine for an urgent order.  We were going to head to Viljoensdrift (one of our suppliers) for a lunch on the river but we were early and none of us had had breakfast.  They only opened for lunch.  So, on my suggestion we stopped at a little shop (on the left as you enter town) where Kathy and I had had some fun before, and decided to have breakfast there and pop into Tommy's wine shop/sauce shop/tasting room while we waited for breakfast.  We should have known when we walked in and found only one lady playing a board game with her father/husband at 10 in the morning that this was not going to be a pronto breakfast. Tommy next door entertained us for a bit and insisted that we have a taste of his white muscadel.  I told him that we would come back after breakfast as we had not eaten yet, to which he replied "You can't eat on an empty stomach".  So we obliged him with a shot of muscadel, on an empty stomach.  While drinking coffee on the sidewalk, watching the town go past and waiting 45 minutes for our breakfast, Nicholas James realised that he had a physio appointment in town at 2.15.  Damn, no Viljoensdrift, wine tasting and touring Robertson for us.  Straight to Graham Beck to collect the 11 cases of wine and back on the road. Nic was back, dead on time for his appointment.

Record wine sales this week.  It is so awesome to see how our little business is taking off.  Thanks to Gareth and his tweets, we had a sale to one of his mates for 34 cases of wine for gifting.  The little black ankle-biter at the premises did not fancy me much though, and gave me a nice snap on my achilles as I was leaving.  The price you pay.

This order, together with a couple of other nice big orders and the friends who continue to buy a couple of cases here and there has put us in a good position.  Now for the first time we have more money in the bank than what we owe and our little warehouse is overflowing with wine - AND the Silly Season has only just begun.  It is also the first anniversary of Wine Time, so I think celebrations are in order!! It has been a busy year but so much fun to do something for yourself that you enjoy and have time in between for....

Lunch at the Grand with Lucie and Hans - Beautiful day, sun on our backs, sand on our feet and fancy boats cruising by.  Not forgetting the chilled wine and cajun calamari. Thanks Hans.  

And what is a road trip without a song.  

"Big Parade"

Lovely girl won't you stay, won't you stay, stay with me
All my life I was blind, I was blind, now I see
Lovely girl won't you stay, won't you stay, stay with me
All my life I was blind, I was blind, now I see

Fleet of black, fleet of black limousines
These tinted machines, here comes the cavalcade

With the armored cars, armored cars like berettas
Flags on antennaes designed to keep me safe, keep me safe

And oh my my oh hey hey
Here he comes, the candidate
Blue eyed boy, united states
Vote for him, the candidate

Diamonds cut, diamonds cut for the carrots
Plaster of paris, the floats fill up the street

And the beauty queens, beauty queens with the white gloves
All sick from the night clubs, they wave with pageantry, pageantry

Oh my my oh hey hey
Here it comes, the big parade
Marching bands and barricades
Make way, for the big parade


Canvas covered, canvas covered in resin
The violent men who dance the blood ballet
And the bookies say, bookies say it's the 3rd round
Oh when louie will go down, if he don't there's hell to pay, and hell to raise

And oh my my oh hey hey
Here he comes, the welterweight
Take a dive, for goodness sake
Or say goodbye to the welterweight

Catholic priest, catholic priest in a crisis
He's torn between romance and jesus, who will win the civil war

And he says I'm in love, I'm in love with a woman
Yea this is my confession, I'm leaving I can't a priest anymore, anymore

And oh my my oh hey hey
There he goes, the man of faith

Left the church for a fiance
Let him love, the man of faith


T.v. cameras, t.v. cameras and stage hands
American bandstand, electric guitars

And he's singin songs, singin songs for the lonely
All the girls with the room keys, they know all his words by heart, by heart and they all sing

Lovely girl won't you stay, won't you stay, stay with me
All my life I was blind, I was blind, now I see
Lovely girl won't you stay, won't you stay, stay with me
All my life I was blind, I was blind, now I see

Lovely girl won't you stay, oh oh ohoh

Oh my my oh hey hey
Here she comes by saving grace
Burn the car and save the plates
She's arrived, my saving grace

Good times.

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