Last of the still lives...title: "Oh to be in Cape Town RIGHT NOW!" That's a rather groovy Prada 'Luna Rossa' compass, by the way. None of your naff Black's stuff in my pics! Tea-towel from S.A.. Pineapple from S.A. via Waitrose!
On to nudes.
Vet again. Saff very subdued and puffy-eyed. Seems she has been bitten by something horrid and is having a bad allergic reaction. A bore, but not a bad outcome, given that I was beginning to fret about Cushings/laminitis etc.
Meanwhile we are bracing ourselves for a major storm. We are already water-logged. Where will it go?
Big downside of Velux is that one truly believes in The Great Flood at night as the rain drills into the glass. I lie awake, fully expecting to float off to join the Axe and then the sea. I imagine the banties, clinging to their egglu and the peacocks, grounded by bedraggled feathers. Even as I write, the murmur of 'Front Row' is drowned out by the sound of lashing wind and rain outside. It is biblical, I tell you, and not a little unnerving!
I will retaliate by snuggling up with my latest culinary invention ( a rather scrummy chicken pie made with a quenelle mixture, spinach and filo pastry) and 'A Fish Called Wanda'. Yahboosucks to the storm! The pony is in, the peacocks have roosted high, high in the trees, Little has ceased to be broody, the banties are tucked up, the killer bunny is alive and kicking and the BG has done all his prep. All is well and all shall be well.
Thank goodness we have some lifejackets.........
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