Living for Disco

As is usual during the onset of winter, this morning I found it extremely difficult to get out of bed. The routine goes like this:

6.30: Alarm
6.39: Alarm
…. repeat until 7.20.
7.20: Swing legs out of bed and shuffle into living room.
7.21: Realise wearing only pants and Mrs Uncle Janni has returned from her month long sojourn in Pretoria, and is doing her Amazing Morning Constitutional outside on the driveway, wearing a housecoat and a showercap.
7.22: Return to living room wearing jumper and socks.
7.23: Drink a cup of Tetley.
7.25 – 7.58: – Faff
7.59: Panic, as now very late for work. Look for keys. Find keys. Look for ipod. Find Ipod. Try to relocate keys. Can’t find keys anywhere. Find keys mysteriously placed on bathroom windowsill. Lock up the million locks required to enter my house. Remember anti-crazy medication. Unlock. Take anti-crazy medication. Lock up.
8.25: Leave house

Then, as I unlocked the gate, even in the midst of my brain-fog I noticed something not quite normal. Sitting next to the wheelie bin, as if waiting to be picked up by the garbage collectors, was a large, heavy looking anvil.

I can only imagine that Uncle Janni purchased it while in Pretoria, because God knows it’s difficult to get a good anvil round these parts. Then, at 10.30 pm last night, when they returned from their long drive home, they decided that the anvil didn’t fit their particular needs and decided to ditch it. Maybe they were using it as ballast for the car. Who knows? Bear in mind that my landlords are in their 70s, and not as robust as they used to be. I don’t even know how between them they would manage to carry that thing up the driveway. I found myself wondering briefly whether it would look good on my coffee table, as they obviously have no further need for it.

I’m quite relieved really, because, as it is, the sound of an enthusiastic buzz saw from his workshop at 7am on a Sunday morning doesn’t really rock my world. If he’d planned on setting up shop shoeing the neighbourhood horses or making swords, I think I would actually have had to move out.

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