In case people reading this haven't realised, I did a silly thing last night and whilst trying to tidy up my blog, inadvertently deleted six or so postings from the last couple of weeks.
Thanks to the genius-going-by-the-name-of-Panther I've managed to find three of them (see the 'reinstated post' articles), but the rest are gone forever. So, no longer will you be able to read about my laughing at the Brummies for officially having three of the ugliest buildings in the country or marvel at my inspired resurrection of a manky pudding (courtesy of the indoctrination I experienced at the hands of my mad Welsh grandmother). However, the last one deals with a tale I am still giggling about several days later: it CANNOT be just left to float off into the ether... so here it is.
I was chatting online to a friend of mine who admitted to having had a sly smile and thought of me at work when, whilst having coffee with some of his pals, one of the guys was going on about the general fabulousness of the eggs his two hens provide. However, it seems all is not well in the chicken-coop, as apparently some pesky neighbours have been kicking off about the noise and have asked questions along the lines of 'Do your deeds permit you to keep chickens?'.
Now, normally I'd have said something along the lines of 'tell the nosey parkers to shove their deeds where the sun don't shine' or similar tactful observations germane to the fostering of good neighbourly relations. But then it occurred to me we were talking about HENS, not COCKS - ie. inoffensive, quiet little biddies who don't normally create any fuss, noise-related or otherwise. So what's been going on here?
My friend admitted apparently the culprit is not the hens - it seems, such is the bloke's jubilation whenever he goes out and finds a newly-laid egg, HE does cock impressions, along with the accompanying strutting and crowing....
...there's one born every day...
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