Life After Death

So the last person to get the news about my dead chickens was Nuch. And of course in hindsight she should have been the first person. Despite her high-heels, make-up, nail-varnish, hand-bags, shopping and all-things-girlie she comes from North Thailand farming stock.The very first thing she said to me was "How many eggs have you got?" I said for heavens sake I've lost all my hens and all you can think about is your breakfast!!!!! I said that the eggs I have got are out on the roadside table for sale. She said "Well go and get them back in again and someone local must have an incubator. Try Richard over the road or Damian who sometimes looks after the hens when you go to Hong Kong. Ask John Lane he'll know someone." Well Why didn't I think of that? I spend all my time these days just being stupid. I can tell you it's hard work! It takes up all of my time. So I now have 10 eggs in an incubator lent to me by Richard over the road. And another incubator arrives tomorrow for the other six eggs which remain after the carnage. If I had a brain I'd probably be dangerous!!!