A Hen's Day's Work:

It's 5.30 p.m. and I haven't had any idea of a blip for today but I'm at my daughter's and you know she really is an absolute mine of ideas.

She opened the fridge door and produced a very mundane article - a box of eggs.

"Tell them about tomorrow's lunch" she said.

So you are invited to join us at noon tomorrow.

See you then.