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And what on earth are they feeding these verdamte chickens?

So due to the breakfast where I’m staying being almost completely pointless, I got myself some eggs to scramble… I broke a couple yesterday and one looked like it could have been a double-yolker, but I’d not broken it very … Continue reading

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I have nothing to prove…

…or so I always say, which makes me immune to dares and being called chicken. “Well that’s quite grown up.” you may be thinking, but I’d counter that a real grown-up shouldn’t really be concerned about being dared or called … Continue reading

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