There’s a chicken. On the road.

As when A stopped asking for ‘pole nailish’, I’m going to be a bit sad when E stops requesting ‘codpasts’.

E’s ankle is looking a bit cellulitic tonight, around a blister he got when wearing his gumboots sans socks. Gave it a good clean and smothered it in out-of-date Dettol, but I suspect we’ll be going to the GP tomorrow…