Julie's taking a break today. Instead, I have a Gem from a friend's mother. J's mum generally denies this ever happening, but it's one of those silly little things that has passed into family legend that is generally never as funny to people not in the know or there at the time (just don't ask me about apple strudel, OK?). This one is different - it's pretty damn hilarious despite not knowing J's mum or the precise details.
This is not to say I do not have any background for you.
It seems that, while at a country show, J, her mum and family were passing through the area set aside for cattle. They had passed a few breeds, when J's mother saw one she recognised. Although her criteria for breed identification seems to be somewhat on the shaky side...
Uh... yes. Because all the other ones looked like chickens and horses...
Apparently, J dropped back a few paces out of sheer embarrassment, while the farmer to whom the cow belonged simply stared at her mother in utter disbelief.
I wonder why?
I'm sure that should be udder disbelief ... J's sister #)
ReplyDeleteHah! Why didn't I think of that one? Nice one.
ReplyDeleteIt couldn't be udder disbelief cos it was J's mudder wot said it! Iknow cos I was there ;-)
ReplyDelete'ere! You calling my mum a mad cow? You said you hadn't met her, how d'ya know??
ReplyDeleteNope - if you look at the title, I'm saying it is not the cow that is mad - ie, yer mum is not a cow.
ReplyDeleteudder, mudder, madder, met her, does it matter ... ;)
ReplyDeleteMum admitted to saying this today and still stands by her logic in cow identification.
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