Les Lamas de l'Aubaine

You may recall that a couple of times in the last month or so we have mentioned the imminent arrival of a new stud llama. Well, today should indeed be the Day of the Arrival. I say should, rather than will, because, as with so many of the things that we plan oh-so-carefully, the Universe has a way of getting involved, just to disabuse us of the laughable notion that we are ever in control of our destinies. As we all know, there’s many a slip ‘twixt cup and lip. Continue reading →

Sometimes I know just how the Walrus and the Carpenter felt as they walked along the briny beach contemplating the impossibility of clearing away the sand. These days, whenever I take a pleasant walk about the llama fields, it makes me metaphorically weep like anything to see such quantities of poo.

The problem with my involvement in the whole llama-poo-clearing activity is that it brings out the Obsessive-Compulsive in me. And let’s be honest, the OC side of my personality really doesn’t need much encouragement to come running to the knocked door of opportunity, all dressed up and ready to dance. Continue reading →

So much for resolutions! Perhaps I am just innately contrary. Or compulsively fickle. Whatever the reason, the morning following my adoption of Resolution 947 (“To be as idle as possible until Simon’s return”) found me outside in the sunshine with a wheelbarrow and shovel, flagrantly breaching the terms of the said Resolution, and once again tackling the uphill-rolling-of-the-boulder-like task of clearing the lazy winter’s worth of llama poo from the freshly sprouting pasture of the big field. I suppose there’s something about giving yourself permission to not do something that takes away the pressure of it, and changes the way it feels. I wasn’t doing it because I thought I ought to, or because I wanted to please anyone else. I was doing it quite simply because I felt like it. Continue reading →