When you’re from the country, your perception is a little bit different.
A Yorkshire fell farmer drove to a neighbours’ farmhouse in his Land Rover, and knocked at the door.
A boy, about 9, opened the door
“Is your Dad or your Mum home?” said the farmer.
“No, they went to Skipton.”
“How about your brother, Howard? Is he here?”
“No, he went with Mum and Dad.”
The farmer stood there for a few minutes, shifting from one foot to the other, and mumbling to himself.
“I know where all the tools are, if you want to borrow one, or I can give dad a message.”
“Well,” said the farmer uncomfortably, “I really wanted to talk to your Dad. It’s about your brother Howard getting my daughter Anne pregnant”.
The boy thought for a moment…
“You would have to talk to Dad about that. I know he charges £500 for the bull and £50 for the pig, but I don’t know how much he charges for Howard.”
