It goes soemthing like this:

Man lives in idyllic cottage in the countryside, complete with large garage/workshop built into the side of a steep hill. You know the sort, sheltered, naturally insulated and a rather funky looking.
Said man is really into his cars and likes to build, restore and fettle in his spare time. The most recent project of his was an Aston Martin replica (a DBR1 if I remember correctly) - a painstakingly handbuilt thing of beauty. It was when the project was very nearly complete that a slight hiccup occured in the project timescale. This was of course due to a cow falling through the roof. Don't you just hate it when that happens?

Yes, really. Not in the (still hilarious) style of the film 'Twister' (which still makes me want a Dodge Ram pickup full of tweaked Pepsi cans), but due to some waterlogged fields above and a wayward bovine imagination.

Obviously this cow didn't seem too pleased with its new surroundings (not to mention the 10ft bellyflop), and so proceeded to run around kicking for half an hour until it was rescued. As you can well imagine, there wasn't much left of the car. Or workshop.

So there you have it; the next time a stone chips your windscreen or a slate falls and damages your bonnet, just remember that it could have been much worse, or indeed a cow.

If only...

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