The neighbours are away and we are feeding their hens. One of the hens has to be given an antibiotic for a ghastly growth on her eye. You haven’t lived until you have chased a hen round the back garden and forced a syringe full of antibiotics down its unwilling beak while your husband attempts to keep it calm. A refreshing start to any day. Thank God the neighbours are back soon. As Mr. Waffle said, “Quite traumatic and probably not much fun for the hen either.”