The dropped stitch

By Bodkin

an interruption

We sat outside for the Monday Cohousing meeting. J had set up chairs around a table and no screens were needed, so we could take the chance to enjoy the warmth of the sun.

Proceedings were interrupted when the cows arrived at a galop in the field opposite and started to eat leaves from the trees and shrubs at the edge of the garden. Our attempts to discourage them were met with a cold stare and a continuation of the nibbling.

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