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smokingbootWell, that was a very pleasant weekend. November girl came round for dinner on Saturday night, and we ate and talked and drank and talked and talked and talked until we went to sleep. Then we got up and spent most of Sunday talking, pausing only for croissants and coffee.
It was such a great time. The food was fantastic, but nothing beats the company of excellent friends. To add to my sense of good cheer, my love came back from his Sunday visit to Brum full of optimism about the next Wolf Event, and we spent the evening in the Italian restaurant eating and talking some more.
Today has been constructive in some ways, odd in others.
I popped into the local exotic pet shop today, full of spiders and chameleons...and a coffee table sized ten year old spur thighed tortoise called Boris, going for 800 quid. I am worried about Boris. Is trading giant tortoises legal? Aren't they endangered or something? He doesn't look very happy. He's just in a big crate with lots of straw. Not very interesting for him. Still, what does it take to interest a tortoise? I am tempted to contact the RSPCA and ask them if it's OK for Boris to be sold like this, but perhaps I'm being a complete fool.
There was a brainy and curious gerbil in the shop. Now, I am not sentimental about rodents, they do nothing for me. But this one was different. S/he is bored to death, and I wanted to buy it, its chum, and an enormous perspex home for them, with loads of stuff to explore. I will talk to Larians about this, but the bottom line is where we would put it? Normally I would say the conservatory, but even with the radiator on in there, it gets cold at night. And anyway, there's the whole issue of keeping an intelligent creature in a cage. Would it be happy? How could you tell? But in any case, I would like to get it away from the shop. It's got so much life and verve. I don't want to see it turn into a little furry robot like all the other occupants.
My anthropomorphising tendencies are clearly out of control. I should really try to save them for Maelstrom.
It was such a great time. The food was fantastic, but nothing beats the company of excellent friends. To add to my sense of good cheer, my love came back from his Sunday visit to Brum full of optimism about the next Wolf Event, and we spent the evening in the Italian restaurant eating and talking some more.
Today has been constructive in some ways, odd in others.
I popped into the local exotic pet shop today, full of spiders and chameleons...and a coffee table sized ten year old spur thighed tortoise called Boris, going for 800 quid. I am worried about Boris. Is trading giant tortoises legal? Aren't they endangered or something? He doesn't look very happy. He's just in a big crate with lots of straw. Not very interesting for him. Still, what does it take to interest a tortoise? I am tempted to contact the RSPCA and ask them if it's OK for Boris to be sold like this, but perhaps I'm being a complete fool.
There was a brainy and curious gerbil in the shop. Now, I am not sentimental about rodents, they do nothing for me. But this one was different. S/he is bored to death, and I wanted to buy it, its chum, and an enormous perspex home for them, with loads of stuff to explore. I will talk to Larians about this, but the bottom line is where we would put it? Normally I would say the conservatory, but even with the radiator on in there, it gets cold at night. And anyway, there's the whole issue of keeping an intelligent creature in a cage. Would it be happy? How could you tell? But in any case, I would like to get it away from the shop. It's got so much life and verve. I don't want to see it turn into a little furry robot like all the other occupants.
My anthropomorphising tendencies are clearly out of control. I should really try to save them for Maelstrom.
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