Giving everyone the bird.

So the summer has landed upon us with a vengeance.

The wind is blowing and the rain is falling...

The student has decided to give everyone the bird and get chickens. She has done the maths if we get three chickens we should get 21 eggs a week. Taking in start up costs they will cost 60 each in the first year. That's pretty dear, though of course like is not being compared with like when one egg is a factory egg and the other proper free range

The costs it seems drop to 3p each in years 2 and three with the chickens being converted to lunch in year 4. I didn't point out to the student that it's normal to write initial set up costs down over several years not in year one but it's keeping her happy on a horrid and wet afternoon.

It's an afternoon which could use a bit of excitement and there is not a lot going on. Excite is something you seem to get lots of when you are young, then calm down a bit as you age. Certainly i was brought up in an exciting town, a frontier town  excitement there was someone running down the main street with an assault rifle. No one thought to dial 999 as the protagonists might find out who had done the deed. I always thought pool tables were provided to encourage people not to break furniture. You always knew that if someone went over and picked up a cue or a player was wondering where a couple of the balls had gone as you noted someone was no longer wearing socks, it was time to nip into the other bar until the bedlam had died down.

When the hub of crime in town was selected for a police raid, none of the local bobbies were prepared to be any part of it. They drafted in Police from 20 miles away, mind you on the day of the raid, this pub which was a veritable den of iniquity was as quiet as a grave ande clean as a whistle, something we thought more than odd by a lot of people.

Last week I drove through the centre of town and there were chairs and tables everywhere, nothing odd in that. The strange thing was they had been carried through doors not thrown through windows and people were sitting on them not throwing them at each other. Maybe the town has calmed down a bit since I decided to get out. On the top road there was a sign proclaiming and exciting new estate of houses being built by Mr Barrett, if that's "exciting" then the place has really turned boring...

In fact I would say a wet afternoon in Penole offers more excitements..