The market was freezing. One day its 30 degrees but yesterday was too cold to stay out.
For anyone wondering where the shags have gone, so are the shags; the powers-that-be have seen fit to cut down the tree they hunt from.
It is not impossible that this is connected with the fisherpersons outcry about the cormorants eating their fish. Though that much co-ordinated thinking seems unlikely.
Here are sad the remains....
Rico has fallen for Bruno, who is spending the week with us. He followed him into the dining room last night, totally
bewitched. He is calling for him now...
Catherine who is also with us came and joined in last nights' supper - Rubens curry plus left-overs - good evening! Here's to many more -
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