Where I once lived, occasionally I would bump into someone known locally as Tommy the Egg Man. Tommy was mentally handicapped and spent most days walking round and round the town on a set route. You could set your watch by when and where you saw him. People liked him because he was always cheerful and would always say hello. He was called the Egg Man because he had an allotment with chickens from where he would sell eggs. He made me smile and even though I didn’t really know him I was sad when he died recently. At a time when some world leaders disparage the poor and needy it was good to see proof of the fact that nearly all people are worthy and deserve respect. 

Last week I was let into a secret. Tommy didn’t have any chickens. He bought the eggs he sold at Tesco. My smile got even bigger. Tommy went up in my estimation. Entrepreneurship it’s called, I guess. Maybe Tommy wasn’t as simple as he seemed.