Forgiven and forgotten.

DAY 27 - EGG COUNT 3
Pleased to report our chicken, Blondie greeted my husband with affection this morning (well, as much as a chicken can show affection) and the pecking incident of yesterday is forgiven and forgotten.
Son number one went into work yesterday to collect his wages and was greeted with much sympathy over the state of his black eye which has now turned dark grey giving him a strange 'panda like' appearance. He is to be allowed back to his bar duties next week and it seems he is also forgiven.
All might be well with the world if it wasn't for the fact my husband now has a bad eye (what is it with eyes in this household?) and has to attend an eye clinic at the hospital tommorrow. An appointment at the opticians revealed he may be suffering from some kind of optical nerve strain with an unpronounceable name which he promptly looked up on the internet and frightened himself witless about. A little knowledge can be a dangerous thing in these cases so I have told him to calm down and wait to see what the specialist thinks. As it looks like being a sunny evening, I will distract him by taking him to the pub tonight where a few pints of the landlord's best ale will, I am sure, take his mind of things. See you tommorrow for my final blog - bye for now.