The new landlady has a garden which my apartment looks out on to, and last week she took delivery of six chickens. This was a little difficult as there wasn’t anywhere to put them, so her daughter, son-in-law and I spent a couple of entertaining evenings helping to make a chicken run. This largely involved digging a trench to sink the fence into and hitting fencing stakes into the ground with a big hammer.

Now the chickens have one part of the garden, the dog has the other, and we get fresh eggs. Everyone is happy.