Milking Verity

The church fete was good fun.  It had everything that a summer fete should have: traction engine rides, catch the rat, tombolas, the ukulele band and much more.  I hadn't forgotten how to milk a cow even though it is fifty years since I last did it - I suppose it is like riding a bicycle, you never forget.  The National Farmers Union had provided their training cow and, as I left, I was on course to win the event with 725ml milked in the allotted minute! I think it should be an Olympic event!