When the greenhouse opens its doors, I say, "It smells like a vegan's breath." I had been vegan-ish myself. I have refused to wear leather, naturally, But conceded that wool over my back Meant good hygiene for the sheep. I have not put wool over other people's eyes. And I have eaten eggs, "They're the period blood of chicken. No harm done", I said. But you, dear vegans, you do not compromise. Here, in the greenhouse, I sense my cowardice.