back in harness...

Yesterday was mixed. Ryan and Alecia had a blue tit fledgling fall out of a tree on them and since it seemed shocked they brought it round to the courtyard, in a cage they'd found at the tip with 'Mr. Gus' written on it. We gave it food and water and left it to rest while we had lunch.
Then it was there, in the garden, watching us at lunch - and the cage doors were firmly shut and there was no way out. Transmaterialisation, evidently. We named her Mr. Gus and left her to her own devices. The photo shows Oswald stalking her.

Mr Gus died later that day...  alas. Nice burial, pretty grave.

It didn't stop the tribe having a riotous evening though. Max survived rather well; here he is today in his ex-butchers shop with Captain H.

From there to Victorias vernissage at Carmens. I have another picture of her in focus but shes pretending to be Kali and this is better, honest.

 Here is a rare sight, Sue and Jon together :) (they take it in turns to go to work and generally only meet at the airport)

 Here are Didier and Sabine and a bit of Alecia and below, Mick - here with Biz for a few weeks from New Zealand.

Lovely evening, Victoria and Carmen, milles merci's