Commercial b(r)eak

Entirely unrelated to anything brandish or copywritery, I am hereby fulfilling a promise to my wife that I will promote her new (and first ever) blog on my site.

Wendy recently convinced me that our home was perfect apart from one small detail: an absence of chickens.

This has now been rectified, with the arrival of six former inmates of a battery farm. These slightly battered ladies rejoice in the names Annie, Clarabel, Squeaky Sue, Mrs Peterson, Truly Scrumptious and Gail. Some of these, you may be able to tell, are the inspirations of our four year-old son Tom. ('Gail' was mine. It just struck me as funny.)

Astonishingly, after just an afternoon and a night in their new home, the girls have rewarded us with these:


Not bad, considering we were advised to give them at least a few days to settle in before they'd lay anything.

Anyway, if you'd like to keep up with the goings-on down at Willowcroft Farm, Wendy's chickeny wisdom will be appearing here.

And now, back to our regular programme...