Of Alpacas, Valentines and Freedom

Bet you didn’t expect a post about alpacas, did you?

Huh, huh? No, I’ll bet you didn’t. Valentines, yes. Alpacas, no. I must admit to it sneaking up on me a bit. I mean, before today, I’m not sure I even knew what an alpaca looked like, let alone visited one. Now, I’m an expert. OK, so maybe not an expert, maybe more of an uniformed amateur, but hey, who’s splitting hairs?

Actually, it’s not hair, it’s fibre. And it sells a bomb. So I’m reliably informed. I took Jeff to visit Bob, a school friend today. This is a big deal because Jeff traditionally has never ‘done’ school friends. Bob has Asperger’s so he and Jeff have lots of common ground. For the past few months Bob has been into all things alpaca and his parents have accommodated this interest. He is now the proud owner of Marcie, Blaze, Buttercup and Fred with Junior to follow in a few weeks time. Turns out Marcie and Buttercup are floosies;

both of them were in a delicate condition so Bob’s place will be hearing the sound of little hoof steps before too long. Jeff spent some time feeding them and discussing the finer points of breeding with Bob. I stayed indoors and was nearly licked to death by the dog. Bleurgh.

So on to cupid. He’s visited our house once again. I bought the Captain a lovely dainty card, all pretty and lovey. He bought me a card with two chimps on. Hmm. Tonight, though, we’re not just having a Valentine’s dinner, we’re having an M&S Valentine’s dinner …

I've already started glugging the wine.

Which reminds me, I mustn’t over indulge. The wicked migraine fairy has been far too obvious just lately and I have a weekend of freedom planned. Remember my mate D? Well we’re doing a Thelma and Louise for the weekend. Only without the Grand Canyon and the crash. Oh and the rape. Actually not very Thelma and Louise like. But we’re doing a runner sans enfants and husbands. Woo hoo, can’t wait! See you on the other side.