I must be a right hippy wannabe if I'm up at a quarter to one on a school night reading about permaculture. It all started because I had hard boiled eggs for lunch, and was comparing the difference in yolk colour between my free range hippy eggs and Doig's poke-em-with-a-sharp-stick cage eggs. Then it occurred to me how pleasing it would be, in
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