Mecannylad has lost count the number of times this particular local farmhand keeps telling me, "Did you know son? You can lead a cow upstairs but you can never lead a cow downstairs"
It always makes me smile.
Not so much the repetition or the fact that he insists on calling me son when I am at least twenty years his senior.
I feel sorry for the poor bugger who first found this out the hard way.
I feel sorry for the poor bugger who first found this out the hard way.
"Come on Daisy, down you go, there's a good girl"