An everyday sight at Machu Picchu

The bookcase was delivered at 9am this morning, about an hour early.
Generously they had decided to use their imagination and had made up their own measurements.
This meant I had two normal shelves and a slit for storing books the size of the ones they sell at bookshop checkouts ('Useful Foreign Swearwords' and that sort of thing).
Sadly my collection of postage stamped sized tomes is back in Swindon so we let rip again.
On examining the bookcase further we discovered a join in the wood and that it appeared to have been dragged here by a pack of dogs that had decided to eat it on the way.
They have just returned with a completely new, correctly measured version that is now in my office.
I spent the morning completing and printing the menus, now finally we are ready to go.
While I was doing this I had the opportunity to follow minute by minute the saga of the whale that made it up the Thames.
It all sounded very exciting and that London was gridlocked by something interesting for a change.
A sad end seems inevitable but humans forcibly returning it to Southend is overly cruel too. No man or beast should ever be forced to go there.
I have seen some very large things floating in the river that drains out of Cusco but I don't think any of them were whales.