I was having a perfectly pleasant discussion with an older friend about the many shortcomings of the modern world when something she said put me in a quandary.
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Well, have I had a time of it? I can answer that question quite easily: yes, I have had a time of it.
I have created a little bit of magic. It came out about when I needed some light in the darkness in the back garden.
I was intrigued to read about a bed and breakfast establishment in Blairgowrie which had puts its chickens in high-visibility jackets to protect them when they crossed the road.
I reeled back in shock and spat my breakfast Honey Loops across the room. Could this learned article in one of the nation’s public prints be correct?
I have changed a tyre. Oh yes. That surprised you, didn’t it? Thought I was totally hopeless, didn’t you? Yes, so did I. But we must upgrade our files now to read: “Mostly hopeless.”
I am disturbed. All right. A hullabaloo of agreement greets my controversial opening announcement.
Well, my sojourn among the chickens is over and, of course, I am missing the little blighters.
Into the second week of my sojourn among the chickens. I’ve grown fond of the beasts, even if their behaviour is less than impeccable.
I’ve been having a high old time – on my roof. It’s not the first time I’ve experienced a strange feeling of pleasure at being above it all.