First there was the heavenly Tatler Alan, who is sadly no longer with us because of an accident at the Tatler office. Boo.
Then there was Tatler Geoffrey, equally heavenly, but who is in trouble today because he came for lunch at my mum’s house in Sussex and savaged one of the chickens. And when I say savaged, I mean killed.
Mum says she doesn’t mind because ‘she was an awfully dull chicken who bullied the other one.’ That one, the one remaining chicken, is now clucking quietly in the hen house. I think she’s probably a bit pleased and is spreading out all her shampoo bottles and belongings, thrilled to have the place to herself.
If you want know more about the chicken murderer Tatler Geoffrey, you can find him HERE.