Sweet success

I have spent the last 2 days passively and last 2 hours actively trying to open a bottle of wine. I have a corkscrew but of the type that must have been used in the years BC coz it leaves you to your own devices once you've done the screwing bit. I even went online on tips on what to do. It's one of those nights when a drink sounds so tempting. Let's just say that the solution involved a window and an odd angle!

And there's oh nothing quite like the taste of success ...!

Of Leopards and Tall Tales

I was going through the paper this morning when I came across the story of the leopard. Apparently, there's a leopard that has made Eastlands it's home. It goes about mauling dogs and sheep and leaves the carnage behind.

Some dude coming home at 1am some night apparently came across it in a fight with dogs and must have thought he should quit drinking for its negative effects on one's perception. He got home and called out his wife to verify and she confirmed that it was indeed a wild animal. I don't however know how much weight I want to put on her confirmation. I mean think about it. She was probably seething at her husband's tardiness until around 11pm when she decided to turn in. Then at 1am, she's woken up by her idiot husband probably thinking to herself "we talked about this ... he has a key ..." Then instead of the well rehearsed apology she has heard over and over again, listens to him tell her over the waves of intoxicating fumes he's emitting that he saw a leopard ... I'd be surprised if she didn't just give him a prized glare, turn over and go back to sleep!

But seriously, you may want to reconsider having a late night out in Buru this weekend ...