We forgot to finish the eggs before we went away on holiday. We left them in the fridge and simply left and locked the door.

Twenty days in Bali.

Our flight touched down at 4AM at Heathrow terminal five. Sunburnt and satisified, we caught an Uber home.

Bleary eyed and ready for bed we dragged our cases in. I stumbled past the piles of post and empty kitchen bin.

Hayley was thirsty. She opened the refrigerator door.

Six little chicks huddled by a swollen petit-filous. They’d made igloos out of Lurpak, and wore avocado coats. Hats and gloves of watercress and bedding of rolled oats. Open-beaked into the light they stared all starry-eyed. Hayley poured her apple juice, then closed the door and sighed. “Oops”.