Through the window

The ladies are spending tonight outside in the Eglu for the first time - the temperature isn't going to go below 11 so it's finally warm enough to keep them out. Panda has taken to sleeping under the vet bed rather than on the hay on top of it, carefully placed by her guinea pig slave. Willow has decided that sleeping in the guinea pig food bowl is the best place to be. Big Sid would be proud of her.

in the evening, I met Fred and Heath on the balcony of the Royal Festival Hall. It was thronged with people soaking up the evening sun and drinking beers and cocktails. We joined them for a beer, ate a smashing meal at Wagamamas, then went to the Purcell Rooms to see Machaca. It wouldn't have been right for Heath to stay almost a week without seeing a concert, and this band seemed the best choice from the Time Out listings. They were enjoyable, but the percussion was a little overbearing. However, that could have been due to where we were sitting - right near a speaker. We would have liked to have heard the guitarist a bit more, and the songs where it was just him and the flautist or him and the Chilean guest guitarist were amazing. The percussionists, ODuo, were multi-tasking masters - one minute on the vibraphone, next on the bongo drums, then on to the marimba while hitting a cowbell. It was exhausting just watching them.