Last week I had the friends of a friend staying two nights, plus the advent of a local reporter to ask questions about the books I have about to appear. Both times I raced out carrying a stick to make sure that my visitors weren’t eaten. The geese have finally come to the conclusion that their eggs were infertile, and have stopped bothering to sit. However the gander isn’t convinced and he’s the boss. Willy nilly the girls are sitting anyhow for another week or so until he gives up, and vistors who don’t watch out may be like Edmonds baking powder – sure to rise.