So, I am staying at my parents' house in the countryside outside of Canberra.
My mother is having a bookclub lunch today, and I will escape to the ANU law faculty library while Dad helps out.
However, we've had an unexpected visitor.
Mum woke up this morning to find a black-faced sheep, all cotton-wool fur and spindly black legs, standing on the terrace looking in the bedroom window.
Just the one lost sheep, parachuted in, as it were, from nowhere.
Very Wallace and Gromit.