Up late with Joe Sturmmer

Just about to go to bed last night when Ewan came in and announced he had a shower,  which was a cause for celebration eight days in.

He asked if I fancied seeing a video so we sat up until 1am this morning watching a wonderful documentary on the life of Joe Strummer. Very inspirational and I'm so pleased to have seen him perform several times, first with The Clash and then The Pogues.

At dawn I went into the hen house to get a breakfast egg and unwittingly grabbed a roosting hen in the dark instead of an egg. Boy did we both jump in shock and I beat a hasty exit chastised by the racket that poor disturbed hen was making.

I had to settle for a two day old egg instead, whilst Ewan slept the Sleep of the Just oblivious to my racing heart