I was going to do a post, a rather poignant one, about the fact we were on the last two of our hand delivered, straight from the farm eggs. Are you reading this Geoff and Chuck? We're out of your eggs. The last two, a very lovely shade of pale blue, were eaten this morning.
I took a few pictures, we ate the eggs and then were off on a day of shopping, clothes and groceries (in the opposite order).
But before I had a chance to write my poignant post, I read one from my friend Rachel about her eggs this morning. And I laughed out loud and decided to write this as an intro to hers.
Not a tear will be shed , except of laughter and perhaps recognition , in the reading of it.