The Black and rufous elephant shrew is gorgeous.
It sounds as though those of us planning to spend the next week (weeks?) in a football-free space will have to expect occasional shouts, screams, imprecations, cheers, groans, and partisan songs from adjacent rooms. I wonder should we set up camp in the gerbils' performance space across the stable yard.
Or will we find as soon as the weather picks up that there's a big screen TV in the yard, all set for visits from blokes from the Staunch Ally, with their dogs and cats and BBQ sets.
Decisions, decisions, all I want is a comfortable room, books, craft equipment, a view of a garden, good catering (as you know, I do rather favour the quokkas' offerings) and some like-minded pals to chat with.
Which reminds me of a friend's comments yesterday wrt a visitor from the USA she was meeting later in the day: 'she's like you, we can just sit down and yap'. What a way to describe erudite conversation.