Papa Le Bike has complained (again) that my blog posts are “too long”. So here is a short one. This is a fine excuse to write very little and go to bed. I leave you with a poetic image of utmost interest. It’s me playing a chicken in a version of Animal Farm by George Orwell. In this scene I had been pecking at some groceries and got my head stuck in the bag. I was a fantastic chicken. I can still do it now, and regularly do, much to my children’s delight and everyone else’s embarrassment. At school I was nicknamed Chicken Legs – and that was years before I played this role. But I think everyone could see I had it in me. The chicken that is.