Ellio, the priapic alpaca.

The Rickety Old Farmhouse still standing . Madame Bay has been into the house every day to make sure that nothing has frozen during the recent cold snap. Monsieur Bay has been called upon to deal, unsuccessfully, with a security light that refuses to switch off. It burns away all night.

Down to the Womens Cooperative with the Indian silk. It's to be turned into seat cushions for the hall benches. The lady with the shaven head , tatoos, bib overalls and a liking for chewing tobacco opens the door. '' Oh, it's you " she says to Angus. ' The font ' receives a warmer greeting. The womens cooperative has a large upholstery workshop. In one corner Aude, the decaratrice, is hand weaving yarn from the herd of alpacas into pashminas. She, at least, seems pleased to see Angus.

With the conversation firmly rooted on the subject of soft furnishings Angus wanders out into the garden to talk to Ellio, the priapic alpaca. Ellio is leaning over the fence teasing leaves from the branches of a neighbouring magnolia tree. His harem are basking in the sun . They seem to be completely disinterested in his presence .

'' Tough life ? " Angus asks Ellio. Ellio rolls back his upper lip to reveal a row of startlingly large teeth . He has a '' tell me about it " look on his face. Recognizing there are no fresh carrots on offer he turns back to the magnolia tree. Such is the life of a solitary male alpaca. At least he doesn't have to face a discussion on cushion piping. 

In rugby Scotland lose 38-18 to England.