Ow bloody hell that's all we ever have! Grass, grass and more grass. I'm sick of the bloody sight of it! What I wouldn't give for a nice fat juicy steak.
Oh that means I can have yours if you're not having it then.
Ah well, I didn't say that now did I Jill. Sod it. We better have something good for dessert and don't you dare say cows pat.
My mother told me you'd be like this one day when my udders started to sag...
