I want one for my tea

We’re having problems with our emails. Last night MSN started telling us that we need to enable cookies, but the settings of the computer haven’t changed. Briefly, first thing this morning, I was allowed access, then it changed its mind again. So if I don’t reply to anyone’s emails it’s not because I’ve gone off in a huff, but because I haven’t been able to get to them.

Hooray! We have our car back home again and road-legal for another year, which eases the pressure on us to find a replacement. It’s reached the ‘radio’ stage – you know, the time in a car’s life when, if you hear a new noise you turn the radio up a bit more.

Other stuff: some years ago we used to keep a few chickens, and they were great fun to have (one day I’ll tell you about Percy) and gave us lots (well, Lucy didn’t give us lots, but she was a law unto herself) of lovely eggs. But they started to destroy too much of the garden, and they gradually died off or were rehomed to friends. Eventually we gave our coop to other people, and we were a bird-free zone. Then we got a couple of guinea-pigs, but last year they all departed this earthly life, so to remove all temptation to replace these animals we gave away the hutches and most of the runs, only keeping the one that was too big to go in the car, with plans to break it up. But as the fence started falling apart the run proved very useful at propping it up, and it’s only now the run’s back on the patio getting in the way. But we'd definitely decided to stop the extraneous pet/livestock keeping till we had more land, and in the meantime stick with just the dogs.

Which makes me wonder why Ned came home with some green (rare breed) free-range eggs, and has set up the incubator in the garage ...