I don’t normally have cooked breakfasts unless I’m staying in a hotel at someone else’s expense, but this morning I treated myself to two rashers of bacon and last night’s egg.
What it lacked in substance when fried, it more than made up for in taste, as it was delicious – though I’m still getting my head around the notion that it was produced at the bottom of our garden: part of me thinks that it was a practical joke perpetrated by one of our neighbours.
But we need to get used to this quickly: once they start laying, apparently they won’t slow down until the winter, so we’ll be dealing with hundreds of these over the next few months. I suspect an output graph or two will be posted when the rate really accelerates.