We Locked Ourselves Out

Tuesday

Today was the day…

It finally happened! We locked ourselves out the house. After I worked 9 hours today, we left for a much needed walk. Mike closed the security gate and as he did, I looked down at the keys I had in my hand. “Don’t lock it!” But it was too late. I had the keys for the workshop and they don’t have a security gate key on them. We were locked out. We considered our options and the most likely to succeed was to phone Courage. Fortunately, he was at home in the flat in Fish Hoek. We said we would walk to him, but he said he could cycle to us. We compromised and met him at the beach where keys were exchanged! What if he were still in Masi? That would have been far more inconvenient. Off he goes home again…

We enjoyed the rest of the walk. Flat sea and plenty of junior paddlers enjoying themselves.

So after writing the blog from Johannesburg Airport yesterday afternoon, we had an uneventful flight home. We got in around 7pm and quickly disembarked, paid for parking (R960, which was more than expected) and drove home. We did some shopping on the way. We arrived home on a spectacularly balmy evening with a beautiful red moon.

Today I got a load of washing in before the water got turned off. There was some break in supply on the mountainside and we had no water from about 10:30am until 5pm. Fortunately, we have filled 5l bottles with drinking water and dropped those off at the guest units. We had another booking for the cottage for two nights – tonight and tomorrow. A past guest, Paul, had contacted me on Friday while we were in the Drakensberg and Courage made sure it was ready for Friday and Saturday night. After leaving on Sunday, he messaged today and asked if he could return for tonight and tomorrow. We hadn’t stripped the bed yet and seeing as he was the last to sleep in it, I just remade it, tidied up a bit, put in a clean bin liner,  Aunty Ivy’s biscuits and some milk and that was that.

Now time to shower and chill.

Psalm 62:8
Trust in Him at all times, O people; pour out your hearts to Him, for God is our refuge.

The best is yet to come – we are only passing through.

Keep the smile going.

God bless you.

In His Grip,

Helga xx 🙂

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