I was in a rush last weekend to get the farm sorted before heading out for the anniversary dinner with Mrs Dealer.
Leaving the stock chomping on their dinner, I took myself upstairs. Arriving down in grand style – and only five minutes late – I expected my good lady wife to be overcome with marital emotion. Not so.
The discerning Mrs Dealer wrinkled her nose. It seems the splash of eau de cologne hadn’t quite managed to conceal the eau de silage.