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The dairy parlour has a soundtrack, and it’s half cow, half Farm FM.
I’ve done my taxes on a tailgate and my bookkeeping on a napkin.
Farm FM’s forecast said “clear,” and my hay field heard “you’re welcome.”
I’ve sung along to a country song while milking and the cows didn’t leave—high praise.