Eggsellent

The chickens continue to lay well. One egg each every day.
Work was ok, we spent quite a lot of time ‘driving’ cardboard boxes around the hall, pretending to be banger racers. One day I hope to actually teach a child again rather than play silly buggers all day.
T, J and I got together for a Hendstock rehearsal which was cut short when Janine was summoned home because her daughter had trodden on a piece of glass. No practice next week as we’ll be in the Lake District!