Cliff Buchler
2 minute read
19 May 2021
6:00 am

Caught red-handed, with my pants down

Cliff Buchler

Can’t have any more intimate scenes undoubtedly talked about by security staff.

Picture: iStock

Who says octogenarians can’t cope with state-of-the-art technology? Well, I can. And I learnt the hard way. From a toilet seat. Our new home in view of Table Mountain boasts a push button communication system almost guaranteeing our safety and security 24/7. Unlike most things under the ANC, it works. Instead of pushing the flushing leaver, I inadvertently push a red button protruding from the wall close by. That’s the trouble, too close. All hell breaks loose. The sound of the alarm is an eardrum breaker. I scream for my Heidi. She screams for me. Then a hard knock on...