We’ve played French cricket a few times, with the new set…once at the Good News Club, and once at Rosemary Plain with mom and dad. That was quite fun. Mom’s actually not a bad batslady.
Anticipation heightened today as we anxiously awaited the birthing of our little Triopses. And finally they hatched! There are a number of the little darlings swimming around in their tank on the diningroom windowsill, which is being warmed and lit by our bedroom lamp. The dears are about 1mm long but we expect them to double in size by tomorrow. We started the process yesterday with getting spring water, getting the temperature stabilized, and putting the sand and eggs in, and then today I crushed pellets and fed them. I lay awake last night wondering if their water was warm enough, so today we put the lamp in. I’ll leave them in the kitchen tonight with the lamp on and some foil over part of their tank so they can have a shady place to rest (this is all according to the instructions). The whole thing is really cool! I hope they don’t die off overnight, but I have to restrain myself not to overfeed them. We’ll tell you their names when we’ve worked out their genders.
Mom and dad had a day of Napoleonic history, first visiting the house at the Briars Pavilion where he lived for a few months after arriving on the island, while waiting for the renovations of the Longwood House to be completed. Then they had a conducted tour of the Longwood House, and finally we drove to the site of the tomb in Sane Valley.
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