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I wish I knew why I am feeling so meh at the moment…
I’m waking up grumpy. I don’t want to go to work. I’m having trouble falling asleep so I’m going to bed grumpy. And then I’m not sleeping properly because I’m tossing and turning. And getting grumpy and irritated with my darling because he’s trying to cuddle me during the night. And then I have to drag my butt out of bed in the morning to start the whole sorry process again… On top of all that I’m wanting to update my blog but don’t know what to say.
I wish I knew why I’m feeling this way…
I wish I knew how to fix it…
Hugs & Kisses
Jessica Giggles
I fully understand the reasons why the Think Bike initiative was started. What I don’t understand is why I should “think bike” when the motorcyclists cannot think for themselves.
Think Bike says that “when out driving, [motor vehicles should] consciously look out for motorcycles, and give them a little space”. I am happy to move further left in my lane to allow for a motorcycle to pass me safely while I’m stuck in traffic. And I do! What I am not happy to do, is to be forced further left in my lane to avoid hitting a motorcyclist head on because he’s too impatient to wait in his own lane until it’s safe to pass.
I had always believed that motorcyclists were supposed to drive as any ‘normal’ motor vehicle with the same rules and regulations. So I went here (among other websites) and I found this:
“Ride where you are the most visible to any car that may want to come into your path. Choose the lane with the least number of potential threats. Choose the line that offers the best traction. Give potential dangers a wide berth long before they become dangers at all. When there are a lot of cars behind you, travelling at roughly the same speed as you are, travel in the middle of the lane.”
I still believe that motorcyclists should drive in the middle of the lane as it provides the most visibility. But I also see the sense in them driving between lanes during traffic as it is legal and since they don’t add to the traffic congestion but it should be done in a cautious and slow manner. And as Arrive Alive states, motorcycles are the smallest vehicles on the road, they should be extra cautious, pay more attention to the signals and brake lights of other vehicles, and drive defensively.
I believe I am a very aware and cautious driver. I check my blindspot before changing lanes. I always keep a safe following distance to the car (or motorcycle) in front of me. I always signal my indication to turn or change lanes. And I keep at the speed limit. I may come under attack for this post, but I believe that motorcyclists don’t actually know how they should be driving on our roads. This may be a small thing, but oh boy how it grates me!
Hugs & Kisses
Jessica Giggles
At this moment I’d love to be right about my suspicions and happy!
You see, the case of the missing pants goes like this…
Last weekend I was packing for my work trip to the Drakensberg. I had to pack clothes that were in my cupboard since these were clean and ironed. I had done some laundry a couple days before I packed in hope that I’d have some time to iron a few other items. But I didn’t. 
So I packed my bag, went to the ‘Berg, did my function, and returned on Wednesday. I didn’t realise that The Case of the Missing Pants had been opened until I was looking for my pair of black pants. Now I know they were in the washed-but-still-to-be-ironed laundry basket before I left as I had wanted to pack them but didn’t have a chance to iron them. But now they had disappeared! Gary and I searched high and low for this pair of pants but to no avail. I immediately suspected our maid, isn’t that sad! She arrived today as usual (she works for us every Wednesday) and Gary told her we’d searched for these pants but couldn’t find them. She searched in the washed-but-still-to-be-ironed laundry basket and miraculously brought out the missing pants! Now let me ask you something… I personally washed and dried all the clothes in that laundry basket over the last few days and not once did I see the pants! So how in Houdini’s name did they magic themselves in the washed-but-still-to-be-ironed laundry basket when I never washed them or put them there?!
As you can guess, I am super frustrated at the moment and have no idea what to do. Gary has said we can’t do anything because we have no proof that she took them. And apparently my mental photograph is not evidence enough! A friend from Twitter suggested we tell her that we’ve noticed things are going missing and that if anything further goes missing that we’ll be forced to let her go.
So, what can we do? Please help!
Hugs & Kisses
Jessica Giggles
P.S. Just for the record, I noticed a set of coloured pens and a mini sewing kit went missing quite a few weeks ago. I did mention these to her but they didn’t show up. So now I’ll be waiting in anticipation for them to ‘magic’ themselves into the washed-but-still-to-be-ironed laundry basket!
I got home this afternoon and decided to sort a few things out before going to dinner at Gary’s parents’ house.
I started with the rubbish – tying the black bags, folding up the boxes from last week’s spring clean, and putting everything in the driveway so it’s easier to put on the pavement for collection tomorrow. I then started to get the house ready to leave – closing curtains, putting on specific lights, etc. And as I was doing this, the fun began..
The mains board tripped. So I switched the lights I had put on off, put the switch back up, and waited. A few seconds later it tripped again. This time I switched the millions of plugpoints off and try the main switch again. It stayed on for a few seconds before tripping once again… To cut the story down a bit, I eventually started putting some plugs on and testing the white switches for the geyser, lights and plugs. And I’d surmised that it was the fridge, tv stuff and alarm plugs that were causing the problem. Until the power tripped again! And then the main switch wasn’t even staying up! So I called Gary…
He made me feel like I was a dumb blonde bimbo (not his intention) even though I knew I was doing everything he would have done. And I couldn’t help being a little pissed off since he was away when I needed his manliness the most! So two phone calls (to him) later, and a lot of irritation at thinking I was doing something wrong, I phoned his dad and asked him to come save me…
He and Gary’s mom arrived 10 minutes later and we removed all the plugs from their wall sockets (I thought that turning off the plug was sufficient – apparently I was wrong). He then tested things and did exactly what I had done, and had the same result as I had! I felt extremely less dumb blonde-ish!
Eventually I called the landlady and asked if she was having power problems – no she wasn’t! So she came over and looked at things as well and also had no clue why the mains kept tripping. She has said she’ll organise an electrician to come tomorrow to try and sort it out. I hope they figure out what the problem is! At the very least Gary comes back tomorrow so maybe he can take a look…
So right now I’m sitting on the couch at the parents-in-law to be and I’ll be staying tonight. I’ll be able to read by bedside-light and not from a few candles, charge my phone, but most importantly, straighten my hair in the morning!
Hugs & Kisses
Jessica Giggles
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