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People do random things, it’s what makes us human. If we were totally predictable we’d all be robots and life would be dull. Of course, some things are more random than others. People getting promotions out of the blue, that’s a bit random. Me deciding that its was high time I stopped wearing all black and buying a load of shirts with colour is random (OK, so its purely based on feedback that women prefer to see me in colour but since I’ve been wearing identical black shirts for god knows how many years its going to cause shock to a lot of people I know ands its much less drastic than chopping my locks off). Me buying two chickens is utterly utterly random, especially given I live in a flat with a no pets policy

There is method in my madness however. I have a friend who is doing a barn conversion (thankfully the conversion is better than his website design) and had oodles of land which he is currently filling with a veritable menagerie of fauna. Recently he’s recently managed to kill all his chickens. Anyway, he asked me if I wanted to buy any birds. Given we regularly have bizarre and esoteric conversations I simply asked what type and how much (the whole ‘No, you’re absolutely insane, what would I want with chickens?‘ statement being both implied and easily rolled out later on in the conversation should it be required). He told me it was chickens and they were £10 a bird (possibly less) and I thought ‘why the hell not?‘. We’ve come to an agreement where he’ll look after them and I’ll pay him in eggs

Of course, what I have actually bought is a limited supply of free range fresh eggs from two birds but that sounds much more boring than ‘I’ve bought two chickens’. He’s going to get them at 3 this afternoon so I hope to have photos of Cassandra and Emma (the names I’ve given them, I’ll not be explaining why ) fairly soon (possibly next couple of days). Lets just hope he doesn’t kill these ones.