Well, what with all my messing with my wood in the garden this afta it was after 5 when I got to towne and most shoppes were about closing, I rode past Crawshaws Butchers at walking pace, the man was standing at the door as usual, but not crying out about his late bargains, even though I could see many kippen bagged up in the display, so dismounting I axed him, Are dem chickens going cheap yet? He said Well, they’re 2 quid. They are 3 pound 50 pence a piece or 2 for six quid normally, so the cats have got a bargain tasty treat tonight. But I had to prompt him again, about my funny, about the chickens going cheap, and he managed a wry smile, agreed he’d never heard it before. Sometimes I feel my efforts go a little under appreciated, you know?