It is the end of the world. But today the sun is shining. Let’s make hay.

A missing chicken, a catastrophic war and a small child’s birthday.

It was only an hour’s drive home, but the birthday cake and goodbyes took longer than expected so we were running late. Anxious, my beloved drove a little faster than he should, but it was dark by the time we got home. Racing down to the chicken shed I counted with affectionate pats. One chicken. Two chickens. Three chickens. F….No. We were missing a ch…