I loved that the eggs advertised were (I mistakenly thought) from care-free hens. In my minds eye I saw them relaxed and singing away as they do after laying. I grew up on a free range chicken farm. Ah, care-free days!

But quickly I realised I’d made a simple comprehension mistake and care-free hens had to change to cage-free hens. However the sound and sight of those happy hens, my early friends and companions, remain in my imaginings as I write.