I've mentioned before the joys of shopping locally at our thriving village shop. Now I have another reason to be celebrate - well, two in fact. I bought some eggs today - local, free-range ones, naturally - and to my excitement one of them turned out to be a double-yolked egg. I haven't come across this since I was a child living in the countryside.

My husband - a townie by birth and upbringing - had never seen one ever - so it was a double celebration until I clumsily broke one yolk during the frying. And who knows, given my luck, next time I visit the shop maybe the bottle of wine I buy will have a second hidden inside it too... *exits stage left singing 'I'm so very lucky, lucky lucky lucky' out of tune ...