So – the Barracks Lane Community garden chicken launch was good fun. Lots of people squeezed into a yurt to hear me read from my tome, and to grill me on the pros of keeping chooks. Questions from what to feed them to how to kill them…Only problem was little Bea who managed to upturn a waste paper basket and stand next to me with it on her head. Upstaged by a five year old – agh. Wanted to give her a biff but feared my audience would not approve. Anyhow, her sister (sitting demurely at the back, overseeing the book stall) still got the biggest laugh – that bit where I eat my own chicken and she says it’s like eating one’s own parent.