Try a Little Tenderness

My mate's dad was a farmer. 

He kept sheep - on the hills around loch leven, in kinross. 

We were all sitting around the lounge one night, and one of that gang was playing with a pile of little white rings, which looked like plastic polo fruits. 

She put them on her fingers, she played tiddlywinks with them.... and as she sat with one in her mouth poking her tongue through, she said "What are these for? "

And G replied, "for castrating rams". 

I think they were one-use things. 

Photo Courtesy of Dad II. 

Him and Mam were away to the "wilds". this weekend.