Well, rounding off the far too many posts about two cows, I leave us reflecting on our own two cows. To be fair, it’s been a while since the smell of slurry in the air of the countryside was replaced by the smell of an out of control barbecue, so we’ve done quite good on the madness front. Mainly.
Maybe it would have been better to say, “You had two cows”, ‘cos I’m pretty sure the remaining ones the trendy veggie movement hadn’t liberated were just given to the first illegal migrants to get through the tunnel. Bloody austerity that is.