Thanks for your support guys, unfortunatley you are not the only people who think it's hilarious. Upon checking my voicemail I found I had two messages of complete hysterical laughing, three wise guys who just spent a few minutes going "Mooooo Mooooo Mooooo" and a flurry of emails consisting of cow photos, cow jokes, cow songs and a veterinary article on cow digestion. With friends like these who needs enemies?! I mean, you've got to laugh at these things though haven't you?!
Anyway - LATEST COWPOD UPDATE: Sunday morning, I had gone out to the shop for a newspaper, ipod-less and imagining music in my head. I arrived home, made a coffee and was just about to sit down when there was a knock on the door. I opened the door to find a big stinky horse's head gazing at me (which was a bit freaky), and looked up to see the beautiful woman sitting on the horse smiling. (This raised a few questions: did the horse knock on my door? More than that, how did she know where I lived -the woman, not the horse-?!)
So, the stinky horse (I've had it with anmals now) was tied up to the tree as far away from my car as possible and beautiful woman was invited in for a coffee as she had "something" to tell me. My dining room was a tip because I've still got hundreds of CDs piled high and I can't brig myself to put them away again!
Somebody at the stables had been speaking to the farmer who owns the fields, and opened their big mouth to tell him about the ipod-munching event. The little witch got it all wrong, told the farmer 'somebody' was interfering with the cows ("interfering" - I mean, please, that makes it sound like I was trying to goad it into a relationship or something!), scaring the cows, making a nuisance and the rumour around the stables was that whatever happened involved a CD player (they're massive!).
I was going to speak to the farmer but Kate has told me that he thinks I'm the devil incarnate and he's gunning to find out exactly who it was who upset his herd of stinking-flea-infested-steaks-to-be. AND, a vet was seen in attendance so he was muttering about compensation for vets bills, which he will not be getting from me. Kate went round the field on horseback looking for it but couldn't find it. I said it was probably on its way to stomach number 3 by now and we both wondered if it was still playing music! It's probably in ipod heaven now.
I still officially hate cows, stupid dozey vile and pestilent creatures of doom. I had beef for dinner, cows are only good on a plate.