Upon opening up the door they started to come out and headed straight for food and water. Sadly no eggs but fortunately no signs of eggs being eaten either so not entirely bad. I watched them for a little bit (there is something oddly satisfying about just standing and watching them) I then left to get back home to do the usual morning bath, dress and coffee routine before heading out to work.

I did pop by at lunchtime to check in on them (and take some more bedding down as I forgot it in the morning) and they were all happy and had popped out 3 eggs during the morning.

So I have now done a morning feed and release and the evening round up and lock away. The evening is definitely harder work but I suspect it wont be long before they learn to get in the coop when the sun is setting. At the moment you have to round them up and pick them up one by one with Benny Hill music going around in your head!

When I get a chance I shall do a post to show you the chicken club ~ we worked hard to get it up and running so some showing off is deserved!

Football: a sport played by thick people, paid too much money to sexually or physically assault the public and get away with it. Supported by even more retarded people that think a bit of a riot is a good way to show who they support. This is truly a noble game.

Big Brother: finally channel 4 has realised what anyone with more than one brain cell has said for years, the program is shit and boring and doesn’t deserve the airtime. If we can just get rid of the rest of the reality/celebutard crap off the box I will be happier.

Peter Mandelson: is a complete slimey shit that deserves to be killed, can’t we send him to Helmand Province? How has this thoroughly evil little turd faced cnut(sic) , (who by the way is not elected in any shape whatsoever) has so much control over government policy? If you needed another reason to boot NuLiebour out come the general election there you have it. (I must admit this is a cheat ~ I didnt actually learn this one today but it just bugged me further!)

In other news, my shoulder continues to give me grief so I went to the doctors to get it checked out, this ended up being a complete waste of time. After waiting 25 minutes past my appointment time (in addition to the 10 minutes that I waited for due to arriving in plenty of time) I finally went in to see the doctor and it was a rubbish experience. I personally expect a doctor to be able to listen to what I say, to be able to read information off of a computer screen and understand I am talking about an accident 5 weeks ago NOT last year!!!! I was then asked what I wanted her to do, WTF you’re the doctor with the years of training! Needless to say I ended up leaving with no real idea how it was healing and with no treatment. If I need to go back I shall make sure I don’t get that doctor again.

In other news, I will be taking a test ride on a new bike this week, a Ridgeback Flight 05, this ticks all the boxes for me so I hope it rides well. Sadly my employers don’t participate in the cycle to work scheme so I will have to pay full price. I really don’t understand why they don’t do it, the amount of effort required is minimal, in fact as a government scheme I think it should be mandatory for companies to take part if employees want to get a bike on the scheme.

When I rule the world it will be different!

Our harvests to date have been good and we are mainly happy but we have come to the realisation that some crops just aren’t for us and top of that list are peas. Every year we spend time and money trying to grow peas, fresh peas off the plant are a simple pleasure in life that we enjoy. Sadly every year we end up pea moth problems, as a conservative estimate I would say we end up composting something like 75% of the peas we grow as they are riddled with the little maggoty buggers. So that is it, we give up on peas and will use the space normally allocated for something else, after all we seem to struggle for space every year!

On a non allotment note, I had a great night out drinking high quality smokey beer from zero degrees wishing a work colleague a farewell, I then cycled home and right outside the door fell off. The next day I went to casualty as I decided shoulders shouldn’t look like mine did. Ended up that I had a severe sprained shoulder, the x-ray made me laugh, this was not the reaction the doctor was expecting! That was several weeks ago, it is healing and getting stronger but still gives me some grief. I really don’t understand what happened … after all as a teenager we were all protected but the god of drunk cyclists and never came to harm, shockingly our god has deserted us!!!

Erm what else ….. we spent some enjoyable time down in Cornwall visiting the oldies who treated us to a lovely meal at The Three Mackerel in Falmouth. The food was brilliant, the service friendly and the young waitresses in tight leggings with pert behinds and no vpl ~ does it get any better?

In breaking news I can also reveal that Chicken Club has been given the go ahead from the council, now we need to do a bunch of stuff to make it happen but more on that another time.

What really takes the biscuit is that at every available opportunity he is there in the local press saying how great it is that Ghurkhas will finally get the rights they deserve. How dare he! Meanwhile the local press (including the Reading Evening Post and Reading Chronicle) continue to ignore the fact his waste of space abstained!?!? Where are the reports on that? It’s not like they don’t know he was two faced on this issue. In days gone by I believe local press would not let the local MP get away with this pathetic behaviour but these days we get no mention at all. Let’s also not forget that Salter is standing down at the next election, so what did he have to lose by voting against the government?

The sooner we have an election and get rid of Martin Salter and this shambolic government the better. As for local press, if there sales are in decline I suggest they try looking at the “journalistic quality” of their papers. May local press return to greatness or be confined to the pits of hell!

No I haven’t gone mad, well may be a little …..Our allotment neighbour Jon had an idea and has convinced me and a few others that it is a winning idea, to collectively keep some chickens. The basis premise being that seven plots join forces to rent a plot and keep chickens for eggs, sharing the costs and sharing the work. Currently we are five, we’ve worked out ball park figures to start up. We need to find some more willing members but I’m sure that won’t be a problem, the main sticking point at the moment is that we need to convince the council that this is a good idea. Hopefully we can get things worked out within the next month or two so we can get some ex-battery hens in and back to good condition before the poor weather kicks in.

I feel I should also point out that I haven’t posted in a while,  ok more than a while! Sorry about that, been busy with many things on and off the allotment. I will aim to bring you up to speed with our progress over the next few days