"That must be a bit of a squash," I remarked to Keith. Yes, even at 6.30am, the old mind is razor sharp.
"Yes," agreed Keith and then in a Welsh farmer's accent,
"We didn't have much luck milking them, though."
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Ha! Ha! ... But - radio at 6.30am? You are retired and should be sleeping late or were the dogs yelping for their morning walk?
An eggscellent post! Flighty xx
No, I'm usually awake around then. :)
Wasn't it, though. ;)
Tell Keith he should have bought a lower milking stool!
Ah, so that's the answer!
Teaching a granny to suck eggs...aha!
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