‘You wouldn’t believe it,’ he spluttered, ‘I almost got mauled by a bull! Came at me out of nowhere in that field with the short cut.’
‘He’s servicing the cows, babe. But Dad said he’d put a warning notice up.’
‘There’s no notice. Oh God, my Gucci jeans are ruined—look, the rips don’t match now! And my hair’s a total disaster!’
Down in the valley Farmer Williams chuckled as he screwed the sign carefully back onto the gate. ‘Cocky blighter can run, I’ll say that for ‘im.’