Chickens can Fly

The Chicken is on his way! The cheapest flight he could find was though the Ukraine, so at this point he is....wait for it.... Chicken Kiev.
Sadly I did not come up with that myself.

Mumsies (aka The Chicken's mum) just emailed me a picture of The Chicken at the airport. He did not look impressed by having his picture taken at all. I have an odd feeling he was being fussed over as there is a ziplock bag in his right hand containing a yoghurt and a snack. I do my best to avoid getting that look, but sometimes it is necessary to get what you want done (See, I didn't post the actual picture so I didn't incur "the look"!). Mumsies has a thick skin when it comes to ignoring James' looks of death. I will have to study and learn from the master.

Yesterday was a mad rush of chemistry and making my way to a far off shopping centre to buy a pillow and stock up on groceries. Our neighbourhood supermarket is absurdly expensive as it caters to/milks rich anglo-saxons, according to Itzik. "What about poor anglo-saxons?" I asked. Apparently there is no such thing in Israel. James and I are pioneers. We, oddly poor anglo-saxons that we are, will be making epic journeys to the cheep supermarket to buy stuff that the shuk doesn't have.