Oh dear, I think that bath may be on!
The ink was barely dry on my last post when I got an irresistible urge to do a norty.
My Mum made the chickens some porridge, and when she popped out of the kitchen for a nano-second, I grabbed the bag of oats off the side.  I got a bit of a telling off and she put me outside, so I scratched at the door to come back in.  I didn't get to eat many oats, unfortunately, because she was too quick but still . . .  'twas YUM!