Today is Friday, when the Penguin News is issued. Frankly it is a must-read after all the political pouting of the last fortnight. Turns out the local Chilean workforce have been protesting about the interference with their air and sea connections, the Falkland Islanders have been protesting about all the bizarre commentary relating to their security and some Argentinians have been posing around Stanley in 'I Love Las Malvinas' t-shirts. Had no idea all this was going on! Perhaps I should get out more.
On the domestic side, the egg shortage has really hit home. What with all our birds being in moult, the ones in the shop here being ancient and borderline rotten, and the usual farm suppliers being completely bare due to town shortages (because the annual mid-summer re-supply charter flight has been thwarted by a certain Kirchner person) - I was starting to panic. Anyway, I was rescued this morning by a neighbour with a couple of chooks in a more sheltered garden, either that or she gives them little jackets to wear (now there's a thought) who gave me four beautiful large eggs with gorgeous orange yolks that didn't fall to pieces immediately. Sigh of relief.
Second time is clearly the charm when it comes to the dashing Duke who was relaxing in the cafe on his no-fly day. Managed to elicit a smile during my encounter with him and his cronies ordering their elevenses. His choice of snack? Millionaire's shortbread. Very apt.
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