BAYING AT THE MOON...
(begun Thursday 15th December at 12.52am.)

*After a 29-hour loadshed, consider this a catch-up..)

Wanna chat?  Balliram most certainly does...*snorts... The AirWing chopper is this minute heading along the horizon towards the Overport microwave tower, linking up the day's catch for the Project....
Yeah - His Shiftyness gave his first sleep-chasing greeting to my hip at 9.24pm, but clearly I passed on the offer.. Ever the persistent suitor, Mr. Obsessive struck again at 12.30am precisely, and this time, despite my curses, he kept at it until he had me out of bed and heading for the kettle... *yawns...

Look Ma! No hands, and no walking stick either... Hardly even a limp in fact!  This, despite his 'best' efforts *grins.. I'd mentioned aloud to the GW last night that I was continuing to take the useless Voltaren as prescribed, at least until after today's outing in the Polo.  Then, if the Sadist follows his usual pattern of escalating the violence in the car, my poor blind SO may not say my relapse was due to my failure to complete the course of medication..  I don't need them at the moment, and they're frankly a joke up against these savage attacks...
It occurred to me to suggest a drive up to Sleepy Hollow to track down Prof. Els and ask him to sweep the Polo with his wireless hunting devices... Somewhere near the aircon filter perhaps?  *winks at Balliram... Of course it's always possible that nothing additional is required to achieve the startling results obtained so far.. That merely by accessing the car's onboard computer remotely, allows the inside of the vehicle to be flooded with the frequency of choice, and no additional booster is needed... Nonetheless, it would be interesting to get young Leonard to have a quick squizz about the interior..
The thing of it is, that once my intention became apparent (as with the cellmast when the Prof came to visit) the signal would be dropped to undetectable levels..*belches...

I'd been getting ready to bathe yesterday afternoon when Maid No. 25? began shouting over the wall, and I went out to see what the fuss was about.. Let me say at this point that in all her time of employment she has never ever initiated contact with me before...  She said I was to call the police as there was a guy lurking below our wall... *coughs...
But there are always vagrants about down there, said I... Why did she not hit the alarm to scare him off?  Are you alone? I asked.. Yes, she said... Strange.. I'd heard Mr. Golfcap sweeping out der Bunker passageway earlier in the morning, and he never leaves until 5pm.
I compromised by saying I'd call her Madam and get her to phone home, at which the poor girl looked quite non-plussed, but said OK...

I dialled Missus C on the cell number I've always used, only to get an odd click and then silence..*winks.. I looked up Merc. Pinetown and tried again, and without further ado I told Tamara her maid appeared anxious and could she call her... Well, said Missus C, she hasn't tried phoning me, but will do..and she thanked me nicely and hung up...Interesting.. The maid's anxiety was justified after she'd encountered three uninvited visitors to their front deck some weeks back, though for the life of me I couldn't figure out afterwards why she didn't just hit the alarm and call her employer right after she'd seen the chap yesterday afternoon.. Any ideas, Balliram? *winks again...
Maybe someone should tell her that asking me to call the cops would be like pulling hen's teeth, and about as successful as getting a reply to Missus C's cell number in an emergency? *grins...
Cynic that I am, I'm inclined to think there was more to that mini-drama than met the eye, though I'm grateful she called out to warn me.. *curtseys...

Right.  Let me put the bedside light out again and see if my Master is over his willy-waving malice for the moment... My hip hasn't so much as murmured since the initial assault at 12.30am, so I'll give it a shot.. cheers..

LATER at 2.05am

That was pretty much a FAIL, and I'm back already.. One of the advantages of being a Pensioner is that time doesn't really matter much nowadays, and if Balliram wants me awake at all hours, I'm happy to oblige...
I'd turned the light out at 1.40am, and within a couple of seconds several hadedas roosting across in the valley had been startled into noisy wakefulness by what?  A sudden change in the air?  Minutes later and fat Sophie shot off the bed flapping her ears frantically..
The dogs continue to prove useful targets in the Small Mischiefs Department, do they not O Genius One?

For the past couple of evenings we've had several dips to our power supplies.. Nothing hectic, but clearly visible nonetheless... I'm tempted to text our heroic joker the Superintendent of Electricity for Durban and put it to him that his erstwhile Protege needs to make further adjustments to stop this from affecting our supplies.. It's only since the installation of the cctv cameras, and whatever other changes have been made next door, that our lights are dipping again, and you may care to make a note of that...*yawns...

THIS pipe that comes out of the ground in line with the re-positioned fire-hydrant on Balliram's verge, and runs onto his garage roof and then down to to run along our wall until it vanishes out of sight somewhere in their little courtyard, had been allowed to fall into disrepair.  Check out where THIS elbow joint had come apart to reveal all the wires inside...
Since the advent of the cctv cameras it's been fixed, and you have to wonder at it's purpose.. Nothing that affects our home in any way?  You sure about that?
Again, may I remind you that a Cracker teamed with a Used-car salesperson would likely be almost as skilled as our Strategist in the fine art of Prevarication, and that their carefully maintained outward appearance has worked a treat for years...

Friday 16th December at 12.26am

A day gone.   Singled out for special treatment again?  More of Balliram's gung-ho 'let's kick the labrats while they're down?'...*nauseous... The power went out abruptly at 12.14am, though our streetlight is still on.. Our Controller's pole?  Well now, although the main lamp appears out, it still looks like a christmas tree, and is far from dead... It's MAGIC!
Whether it entailed calling out a sub-tenant from No. 2 to snip a cable, or merely the flick of a computer key, our Controller sees to it that his quota of loadshedding is met..*eyeroll..

The GW staggered out of bed and called the Fault line, and I'll let you know just how long it takes to reach Ashwin Sewsunker down in Springfield Depot, and from there a Contractor... The wireless song seems to be coming from Balliram's property, and both my hips and thighs have begun aching uncomfortably..*shrugs... The more Einstein next door determinedly wakes me by inflicting serious jabs as I sleep, the more will I insist that you unplug your TV and satellite cable at the walljack when you're not watching it... It's now glaringly obvious my treasured DSTV luxury is a big part of the Wireless/Fibre over Powerlines Surveillance Project, and that Balliram has single-handedly let that particular cat out of the bag as well... *belches...

By 1.12am Pigman was really into it..*gags... At 2.25am I staggered to the loo for a pee, and after that I managed to doze fitfully until 4.25am when I sent the lord High Poobah of all things Electrical a text to say our power was off again.. Did he get it, or was it stopped in it's tracks by my vodago Network Administrator?
Your guess, as they say...

At 7.50am this morning Kennedy from Howard's Electrical was at our gates in response to the GW's Fault call-in, and I'd established that Sue the Book and B.Snr. had been included in this latest treat... I suggested he go up to the sub-station by Carol's abandoned home, as that's where the last lot of mischief was created... He called the GW a short while later to say there was an underground cable fault, and that he'd found a crew already digging there, and twas they who'd turned off the power.. No hint of when it would be restored either.. Really?  *winks...
My word, but it's a pretty day... A couple of monkeys arrived to liven up the dog's lives an hour or so ago, and I fed them before they moved on..

LATER at 2.30pm

I've just had an increasingly rare chat with Sue the Book... Would you be at all startled to hear that she's also suffered agonies, but with both her hips, not just the one,  this past week and that her kid has been enduring shoulder problems just like the GW?  Could you even be bothered to connect the dots?  Her kid was up the by-road by the sub-station this morning and reported seeing absolutely no sign of a crew working on anything at all...
Did Kennedy from Howard's Electrical dream that one up all by himself, or did he make a call and be told what to tell my husband, parrot-fashion?  That's an easy one to answer, folks...

Sue said they'd also contacted Faults and been told that at least 6 reports from this stretch had come in, but they've not had time to attend to it yet... *blinks... As Howard's Electrical is a Muni-created company, I guess it's safe to assume that Allen Spence continues to find our situation amusing, and that the texts I send him have him doubled-up with merriment?  *snarls...   You'd have me believe it's a complicated situation?  Young Kennedy was told to call my old man and lie to him. How many times has that same duo been instructed to cut cables in different areas and then to scarper smartly?
And that's just the army of droogs employed by Herr Sutcliffe and Spence the Crooked...
What about all the Good cops who've been lured into lying to the public?  What about Major Groenewald, who blatantly put monitoring devices in my GP's surgery?  Will he go home at the end of the day still insisting that he's a good cop?  *falls over choking....

My home, sans power since 12.14am this morning, is nonetheless thick with wireless frequencies, and my fillings jangle as I sit here in my corner of the lounge... When fat Sophie ventures out from under my bed, it's to flap her ears wildly, and head outdoors for relief...
Why don't they just finish you off?  asked Sue with interest... It's simply not the cowardly goonda way, is why.. My squeals of outrage won't change anything and besides, I'm a loud-mouthed testament to the genius behind the Surveillance technology, am I not, Mistuh van Zyl?  *waves... The best scenario would be to push me into topping myself would it not, and let's fact it, it shouldn't take much after last week's demonstration of downright brutality... *spews...
Meantime I'll plod on, baying futilely at the moon, until the day you wake up and realise you're up to your necks in shit, and there's no Good Team after all... *shrugs..
Peace julle..

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Saturday 17th December 2011 at 9.58am.