Our youngest thinks that growing your own is a bit 'sad'. Her boyfriend though has been really impressed with the veg we serve up when he comes round for a meal, so in the end she admitted that they were homegrown. However, under pain of death we were not allowed to tell him that we kept chickens or that recently all eggs have, - shock, horror!!! - emerged from the bum of a hen we know personally. Last night I got in to find a note from her, it reads; 'Ben can tell the difference between your eggs and the shop's. He's insisted I buy him half a dozen from wherever you get yours, so 6 eggs are missing from the fridge. Going to have to tell him.'
Not only did she 'confess', but he was fascinated and wants to meet our girls. Maybe not today, and maybe not tomorrow, but sometime very soon I think she's going to find herself with a boyfriend with a lottie. Wonder if she'll dump him?
Not only did she 'confess', but he was fascinated and wants to meet our girls. Maybe not today, and maybe not tomorrow, but sometime very soon I think she's going to find herself with a boyfriend with a lottie. Wonder if she'll dump him?
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