Tired despite having a lie in this morning. Getting to bed at 1.30 last night may have something to do with that, of course.
We went out to dinner with some of our lovely neighbours last night. They rang us appallingly, hellishly early on Saturday (9.30am) while we were still in bed (with cups of tea, mind) to invite us over. We said yes please, and had a very entertaining evening, crashing back through the undergrowth at 1 in the morning. I only ever wish we had streetlights when we're coming back home, late at night, a bit pissed.
One of our mates told us a story about one of the farmers who live here. He (the farmer) apparently had a noisy cockerel which crowed regularly and loudly, as they do, disturbing some of his neighbours. Said neighbours eventually complained to the Council, who contacted the farmer and told him off.
Our mate was in her garden a few days after this when the farmer came stomping in, hands on hips and demanded belligerently of her "You been complaining about my cock?"
She said she didn't know where to look.