ach weel as my granny said when the fairmer boasted aboot the young bull he had just bought. They watched they youngster run eagerly to every cow in the field while the old bull sauntered along picking one of the cows here and there. When the calves were born most closely resembled the old bull."Aye" says me gran "Age and experience aye win oot ower hot air an water."

Meg who slinks of to a quiet corner to blush