Chewing the cud with Sodders and Sam who came over to the House of Correction for a chat and a bite of dinner.
Sodders pointed out that some of the critters in the garden which I had correctly identified as ‘birds’ were in fact called waxwings, and worth a closer look. We tried to creep up on them. And failed. But never mind, even from a distance they were a colourful sight, making the most of windfall (and quite rotten) apples. I also saw a wren earlier. Not quite Fetlar, but still birdier than I’m used to.
The alpacas are OK. It seems that a neighbour about a mile away, having spoken to Sodders, invested in one or more alpacas, at least one of which was female. The wind carried the scent across and the effect on Sodders’ lot has been to make them competitive. In practice this meant one of them seriously bullying two of the other three. In the end Sodders had to divide the paddock to prevent day-and-night mayhem. The bullying victims gradually worked out that they were now safe from the bully and have taken to reversing up to the fence between them and projectile shitting onto his patch. It’s an alpaca thing, apparently.
Enjoying a day with a fellow music lover playing the topping t class amp with harbs and sound far better than you would think . Also playing with a chord dac and listening to tannoys and others Speakers .
I flooded the kitchen as I decided to soak the grill pan to make it easier to clean and then forgot to turn the hot tap off.
I offered to clean up but it seems that anyone stupid enough to leave a tap on cannot be trusted to mop a floor or dry out two cupboards full of stuff she really would like to keep so she would like me to fuck off.
I’m in a similar situation here. I was left in charge of baking a ham and forgot to turn it off until it had an extra hour in the oven . It is likely to be a tad on the dry side now . The Antipodean is in bed, and having given this some serious thought, it is best not to disturb her rest.