So I'm reaching into the W's fridge for the milk, mainly reformed ham and yoghurts, then I turn round and there's this huge cattle beast at the kitchen window, number 187 judging by it's ear tag, sniffing the air.
Compared to the family sized boxed Steak pie on the lower shelf that cow is absolutely massive.
It must be kind of weird dishing up a piece of sirloin or dead cow if you like, with a live one looking through the window at the same time.
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