I am reminded of an old joke. A farmer discovers one of his chickens has been laying eggs in an adjacent field so he knocks on his neighbour's door and asks if he can collect the eggs.

"No," says the neighbour, " they were laid on my land so they are my eggs. "

And so the dispute goes on until the farmer calls on the old village tradition of a kicking contest in which both men stand face to face, legs akimbo, and take turns at kicking each other in the balls until one can take no more. As the farmer first raised the issue, he takes first kick and lands a belter on the neighbours family jewels with his size 12 hobnail boots. The neighbour crumples and is left writhing on the floor in agony for about half an hour. Eventually he wobbles to his feet, dangley bits still throbing, and groans,

"My turn now."

" Nah," says the farmer, "you win. Keep the eggs."

I suppose we lost and have to get over it :-)