Snatched

It looks like the chickens are laying outside somewhere. And that some other bird is finding the eggs. So, they’ll spend today in their house, relearning that the laying boxes is where eggs have to be layed.

I head into town for a night in Jeremiah’s Tap with some of my friends from RoS. The banter is good, the beer is good, but the burger is merely adequate.

Thence to Portobello and the comfort of Em’s sofa bed.