Talkin’ about the car wash.....

Another typical Sunday. Feeding coos , mixing feed, pneumonia calf to jag and a double dose of Dad’s taxi.
Mrs F needing her car washed, only problem this time of year is by the time you drive through the mud in the yard to the pressure washer and back you are back to square one . So bit the bullet and took it to a car wash on my first taxi run. These boys must rake it in as there was quite a queue. Still, job done, and a happy Mrs F is far better than an unhappy one !