Well, long-suffering-Dilly departed this morning for a 10 day work jaunt to Malawi, checking out luxury lodges and sipping large, icy, freshly-squeezed drinks in beautiful locations. It's a tough life being a travel consultant. (Actually, it is. I know this because I occasionally remember to ask long-suffering-Dilly how her day was).
This leaves me alone in charge of fortress Balham. Which is not a luxury lodge, has a little dubiously-aged milk that hasn't been put back in the fridge, and being located in Balham, is decidedly not beautiful.
So to make myself feel less hard done-by, I was going through some penguin photographs and found these rather lost looking Adelies, taken on the antarctic peninsular.
The one on the right is a male, and the one on the left is a female. I know this, because only a male would stand on the highest point of somewhere and scout the horizon as if he expects to suddenly know his precise location.
And only a female would stand like that and know that he's wasting his time.
Now, I'm off for a coffee. Without milk.
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