So. I'm back in Cambridge, after rather more adventures than I really needed. Unsurprisingly for Cambridge in late June, it is boiling hot. I'm sleep-deprived too, so excuse if this is slightly incoherent.( when I was without internet between Saturday and todayCollapse )
But I'm home, and my PhD is finally finally done, even down to the last minutiae of bureaucracy. I'm going to graduate in a couple of weeks (12 July, to be precise).
Contact me chez the parents from now on, please, and if emailing, use any other addresses you have but not @dundee. If you don't know any other email addresses, try my username at lj. I probably won't see email or LJ more often than every couple of days though, cos I'm sharing internet connection with my Dad who mostly needs it for work. I'd love to see Cambridge and SE England people in the next few weeks; let me know when you're available (I'm away this weekend though)
So my parents grow quite a lot of soft fruit, and they've been netting it as it comes into season to keep the birds and squirrels from stealing it all. But they went to pick gooseberries and found that although the gooseberries were still on the bush, all their insides had been sucked out. They couldn't figure out what animal would do that, until one day they saw a little hedgehog diving into the gooseberries (I wonder who is pricklier, hedgehog or gooseberry bush) and sucking out the fruit.
Since hedgehogs are supposed to be carnivores, my mother figured out that the hedgehog must be thirsty and trying to get water by sucking the berries. And clever enough to work out how to get under the netting and steal them. So she put on some gardening gloves and lifted him away from the gooseberries, and started putting out a bowl of water for hedgehogs (all kinds of birds and small mammals and occasionally deer drink from it too, but it was meant for the hedgehog).
He comes to drink regularly at dusk. I saw him today, cutest little thing. He wasn't at all scared and let me come close (P'tite soeur says he was so tame he walked onto her hand when she put it out for him!) But he just carried on drinking all nonchalant and then he sat up and washed his little face at me.
It's nice to be home, and one of the reasons is the wildlife in the garden, and another is my mother's silliness.