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Thankfully, our usual delivery drivers around here know me… “Have a parcel for you”, while overlooking the gate. ‘Fab, can you just stick it inside the pickup?’, head under cow trying to milk her out after she refuses to let her calf on. “Hmm, are you happy for me to sign it for you? You look a bit busy.” ‘Certainly’ (head voice: I really don’t think your next delivery will be ecstatic to handle a signature machine covered in cow manure and udder cream). For yes, two boys were securely plonked in car seats (they say boredom is the best … Continue reading Back to Black