Having lived here for a year and a half today is the first time I’ve spoken to the postman. We chatted and the conversation obviously turned to birds. I thought I’d butter him up so I gave him some eggs, not sure what I’m getting into his good books for he still has to deliver the gas bill. However the meeting was not totally one sided apparently a neighbour -who has a red phone box in his back garden- has been moaning that you can’t get fresh eggs anymore, well call me the weaver but I see an opportunity there. Eggs for cash I wonder if it’ll catch on?
The postman the hen and the phone box