They say you can’t make an omelette without breaking a few eggs. Unfortunately I can’t claim anything so noble as an omelette made here – it’s just a pile of our hens’ newly-laid, fresh, free-range, organic eggs that I managed to smash. What’s worst is that these are the first few this year – we’ve only eaten two of their eggs since they started to lay a couple of weeks ago and I manage to smash five in one go, when our dinner was half-cooked already so I couldn’t even use them in tonight’s meal.

I am a clumsy oaf who can’t be trusted.

Last year - my Dad came to the rescue!

BTW - done this shot before - though hopefully this time a bit better - if not I really HAVE been wasting my energy for the last four years.