The Great Dilemma

Soooooooooooo, there we were, tucked up in the Whitehouse B&B in Highcliff on sea.... glorious place everyone should spend some time there, good old fashioned seaside. You park on a cliff top and walk down a very steep wiggly path to the beach! Grrrrrrrreat. We spent 2 hours there scoffing a sarnie and managed to burn to a crisp even with cream on! Nick has a very desirable 'man tan', you know the sort, brown from the mid bicep down - nice!!!

Anyway. I'd had a 'feeling' in my water and wanted to call Ben the hen man! 'Have you got my email' he says? We've had no mobile signal all week, let alone internet access, so the answer was no! 'Well' he says, 'there was a mix up, and i've sold all your hens!!!!!!' Well after i'd picked myself up from the floor, and he'd apologised 50 million times, he said he has a lady in the same business who may be able to help us out, and to call back in next evening...

Talk about frantic, we'd arranged our entire holiday around this, so nanny and donna were on case texting me info on other breeders we'd researched - yay a life line.....

But relax.......... the lovely Ben had managed to 'source' all of the hens we wanted, they were from the same 'batch' as his and all would be well..... just turn up at lunchtime the next day, and the family would be complete!