Challenges at Wyndford Farm

At 3:00 in the morning. the roosters from, Lesotho began a symphony in the distance. This chorus again started up at dawn but at least at this time the other birds joined in. It was around this time that I went to work and left Shereen in bed. 

I envisaged us having a shower together, but Shereen had other ideas and waited till I had finished. About 2 minutes later she yells the hot water's gone, so much to her. Chagrin, one of us had a hot shower and one of us had a cold shower. We then sat down for A very decent multi-course breakfast that included cereals yogurt, fruit, toast made with locally produced jam, Maltabella sorghum porridge, an African grain, and a quiche. 

Shereen worked off her breakfast with a Riverwalk and a chat with Kevin about health and well-being. I had my bi-weekly meeting with my Casabio software developers. We're at an exciting point in which we're into the third week and final week of the integration of a mapping module. This will enable a slew of functionality that has been missing for the last few years and the final step towards our minimal viable product. After this it's refinement, incremental improvement and lots of testing. 

A tennis match followed lunch. It was the Bean and I versus the Squabblin' Sisters. One was a local champion at her school, do it was a tightly contested match! Additionally, due to a certain operation two and a half weeks prior which went septic, every time I took more than a few steps, I felt like someone had just taken a Nerf gun to my nethers. So I was relieved when we were called for tea and I called it a draw.

After tea I then played an even more intense game of chess with Sister Bailey, who professed to playing chess since she was four and in the school league. I on the other hand infrequently play and frequently get beaten. So I started off moving fast and confidently: a ruse meant to make her think I'm better than I am. But after three moves my brain fried and I hesitated. A few moves later she had my bishop and my king was in for a skewering with my castle. Fortunately I spotted the trap, and half an hour of tense moves later it was the endgame phase and I was up a few minor pieces and suing for a queen. Due to an impending Uno game, I called it a draw.

The Uno game was bloody brilliant, and while Shereen was working on a @casabiochronicles Instagram post, she heard our laughter from the other room. Matthew, our games master was terrific and kept shouting 'Holy Moly'. Things got heated when I started adding rules like, special cards can only be put down with the left hand, and you have to spin around. But it was when the pick-up-two and pick-up-four stack reached 24 cards that people felt very sorry for me. My face fell. 'No', I explained reaching for the stack of cards, and as I did so I placed another card on the deck. It was a pick-up-two card. 'Noooo', squealed Matthew in disbelief and rage! Thus ended another fabulous evening, and we retired to a tent. A tent that had the window left open, so our duvet and mattress were sodden at the feet.Read more