Possibly erroneously, I ended up with the impression tonight that the goats are not milked on a regular schedule but more when Pat gets around to it? Surely that’s less than ideal for the poor goats? Or have I once again got the wrong end of the milking stool?
She milks them at a regular time, but the time she has chosen to do it suits her convenience and not Susan’s, I think.
That’s all right, then
Things not suiting Susan is important to me, albeit less so than goatly welfare
If Susan really wants the milk to be available at the time she has decided that she needs it, she had better learn how to milk a goat: from Pat rather than from Lynda.
Chorus:
Take this job and shove it
I ain’t working here no more
My kefir done sold
And took all the reasons
I was working for
You better not try to stand in my way
As I’m walking out the door
Take this job and shove it
I ain’t working here no more
I’ve been working in this dairy
For nigh on fifteen years
All this time I watched my kefir
Drowning in a pool of tears
And I’ve seen a lot of good folks die
That had a lot of bills to pay
I’d give the shirt right off my back
If I had the guts to say… (Chorus)
Well that boss Pat she’s a riggity dog
That Helen she’s a fool
Got a brand new custom baby
Lord she thinks she’s cool
One of these days I’m gonna blow my top
And that sucker she’s gonna pay
Lord I can’t wait to see their faces
When I get the nerve to say… (Chorus)
< applause >
Yay Hedgers!
Dear me
We haven’t 'arf got some talent amongst us…
I’ll see if I can find a Noo Bottle of Gin…
I still can’t understand why Kefir is considered so new & possibly exciting in the enclave
German friends of ours were eating/drinking it 20 years ago as they had poorly guts & they could tolerate it better.
Carinthia.xx