The guinea pig has landed...

...on your balcony.

Unfortunately, my French lessons have finished now but my teacher would have been amazed. Every week she would go through different scenarios with me to prepare me for what vocabulary I might need. I would tell her for instance, that I have to go to the supermarket to get a loyalty card and she would go through it with me and then say 'now what else could they ask?' and without fail I would go back and tell her of the most unlikely things they said and how embarrassing it was and we would laugh. You just couldn't predict it.

I saw the guinea pig in next door's garden last summer (I assume it's the same one). I never imagined that same guinea pig would land on my balcony but yesterday morning, that is what happened. I mentioned before that the cats around here walk across the roofs all the time and in the early hours I vaguely remember Mark mumbling something about the racket on the roof and feel back to sleep.

There was a ring on the door later in the morning and one of the neighbours told us that her guinea pig had landed on the balcony - dead. It must have been out on their balcony next to ours and been taken by a bird of prey and dropped, via the roof judging by the noise, onto ours. There are loads of eagles around here and they have returned recently with the warmer weather. We let her in to collect it and I cursed my dust bunnies - very much alive and well and breeding like rabbits!