Today, we went to our first ever ploughing festival!
As we were walking through the fields in our wellies, chewing on a piece of hay (ok, I made that part up) there was a bit of witty banter I thought I’d share.
Me: Can you imagine people coming to watch you plow your fields? This is what you do; you’re a farmer, and we want to watch you do it.
Friend (impersonating farmer): I’ll be signing autographs after I’m done with my plot.
Me: It would be like people coming to watch me knit.
Husband: There would have to be commentators. ‘Watch her stunning speed on that purl row.’
Me: ‘She’s coming to a difficult cable cross….and she did it!’ Imitate crowd cheering.
Husband: Oh, but she’s dropped a stitch.
Me: Points will be deducted for the cussing. 😉