If anyone decided to make a rerun of The Good Life, my kitchen would be a contender for the set at the moment. Currently featuring one box of eight fluffy chicks and a several kegs of home brew beer on the go. I just need to start spinning jumpers out of nettles and we'll be there.
The chicks are very cute, which just about makes up for the fact that they scatter their food and splash their water all over the floor of their box, which turns into a paste that looks like wet weetabix but stinks of cat wee. But when I ask them to eat nicely, this is the look I get in return. The beer smells much nicer.
