This week I'll be mostly pursuing peacocks for photographic purposes

Percy and Penelope at it again.

The peacocks are back. They seem to have decided that our front door step is the perfect place for a bit of peacock how's-your-father.

The day we moved here, there was a peacock loitering by the front door. We named him Percy, and wondered if he was going to stick around. He did for a while, then on and off over the autumn and winter, and a few times this spring. We did wonder if there were two peacocks, because sometimes Percy seemed a bit, well ... different, but we were never quite sure.

This week I'll be mostly watching sunsets

Sun, sea, and ... volcanic dust.

West is best.

Our house looks mostly south and east, depending on what window you look out, obviously. During the winter if you've seen the sun rise, you've seen it out the lounge window. During the spring if you've seen the sun rise, you've seen it out the kitchen window (and it's burnt your retinas so you can't see anything else, like, for example, the cupboard to get a plate out to put some toast on). But you never see the sun set in this house. Yeah, there's something going on over in the west, but there's stuff in the way, like, for example, some trees, and St Helier.

This week I'll be mostly eating rhubarb crumble

Just say "cheese!" Or is that "rhuu-baaarb!"

I don't have time for this. (Astute readers will notice I didn't have time last week either.)

In fact, I don't have time to cook dinner tonight, what with one thing and another. I did just have time to chuck a ready-made rhubarb crumble in the oven (35mins on 150°C for fan-assisted ovens), and I managed to find a minute in my busy schedule to take a picture of me eating it.