OK – I know eggs have been done to death – whole, cooked, uncooked, shells and every possible permutation and combination. I’m not claiming originality or even quality here really, just that it’s been a VERY long day. I’ve been up since the crack of sparrows, traipsed across London from one side to the other by bus would you believe…..actually, I’m getting a quiet fondness for London buses of late. I’ve done an important meeting and then set off on the long journey home, which is always my worst time. I have the attention span of a flea as I’ve said before and I set off for home, full of excitement and thrill at coming back here to all of the things I hold dear. Then, ten minutes into my journey, when I realise it’s still going to take me another 5 hours and 50 minutes or so to get home, my spirits start to flag and I start to fidget as though I’ve got ants in my pants. Then when I did arrive home, I did another few hours work, just for good measure, because I am so keen to die of a heart attack from stress and overwork at the age of 50.

So, when I opened the nest box (easiest place to count chickens from to make sure they’re all in bed…..) and found two eggs, I realised two things, firstly they could be my PAD and secondly it means we’ve got trouble and I’m going to have to hide behind a bush in the morning and watch where Mo and Sherri head off to because both of these eggs are from Terri – biggest bird, smallest eggs and that means that Mo and Sherri are laying elsewhere – Mo NEVER misses a day’s lay so I believe that Sherri has led her astray somewhere. Unless I find them soon, in this ‘Indian Summer’ we’re having they’ll end up cooked!

Anyway, the eggs reminded me of the early days when only a small handful of people were doing a PAD and there was no meta gallery where you could get sick of seeing the same stuff trotted out every day (and I don’t exclude myself from that at all – I know I’m one of the worst). David started an egg thing, which was really rather good I thought.

He’s blazing trails all over the place because if you go to the New York Times today, you’ll see his photo, looking bloody ravishing if I say so myself, staring out moodily across Bodmin Moor from a mine building – imagine that, a shot taken on Bodmin Moor of David in the New York Times. Why? Because of his Ikeacam – it’s in an article about Ikea Hacking. He’s a cracking good photographer you know – and if you want to know what came first, the chicken or the egg - neither of course, it was DM - the very first person to do a PAD on pbase.

Last year, I was on the tube - now I'm a bus fan!