I think I would prefer burial as long as you make sure I am really dead first. I would hate to wake up in a coffin so I expect Jacquie to wield the ice pick. I have been to quite a few funerals and the church ones with burials have much the best language. The stuff the vicar intones on the way to the grave is magnificent and I think chucking the earth in etc. remarkably cathartic. Whereas crematoria are so ugly usually, the organ and singing are crap and then you are lumbered with a nasty urn and the ashes.
Meanwhile back in alpaca land, it is damp, cold and not very pleasant. The animals seem OK but are starting to look wet and mucky after weeks of being gorgeous fluff balls.
We are getting on with the British Alpaca Futurity catalogue now. Jeff had to go and buy another computer and then put his old hard drive in it so we were finally in a ‘go’ position yesterday afternoon. I am churning out words whilst being beastly to those who have not come up with the goods yet…they are in deep doodaa.