...was going to write some stuff about overthinking today, but having drank a little too much vino last night with my sister in law, who is run ragged with nephews, i dont think i can stretch to thinking too much, which is a blessing.
I had the obligatory egg for breakfast to quell the hangover...thankfully said egg came from healthy free chickens from a friend in the village.

I sneezed all the way to work, huge sneezes which nearly blew my nose off... surely not hayfever yet?

It's worrying all this news of the dead swan in Scotland. In the long term though it might liberate imprisoned chickens, we cannot go on farming them the way we do. I loved watching Jim's farm. He bought a hundred factory hens; slowly they grew into happy plucky chickens, living out of an old caravan. But, then the fox kept getting them and so he had to cut down the nettles that the hungry fox was hiding in. Eee... I dont know it's a balancing act innit?