My parents are not around, and from the vantage point of my desk I am pretty sure that one of the alpacas (I think it's Esther) is about to give birth. Either that or she has suffered some sort of really disgusting rupture, and let's not rule that out, because the alpacas have a habit of saving up their most revolting diseases until they're alone with me.
I have never been an alpaca midwife before. My parents are not within mobile phone reception. How very different life is in the country.
Sunday, 8 August 2010
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