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jno's ant&dec headline* G'day biddies, I have come to tell you about cows. No really. Yesterday I was out on a number of wild goose chases and then I had a meal at Govinda's. (I'm most definitely not Hare Krishna but them nuts sure do know how to wield a lassi maker.) In the shop I saw some lovely postcards with cows, most of them white like in my dream the other night. I asked the shopkeeper a question and she started telling me about an Indian project Govinda's support, Care for Cows, and the things she told me made me cry. Old cows no longer needed roaming the streets eating plastic bags and so on, and when she told me about the project there was such an unbelievable correspondence between my dream and her story I felt I had been called - laugh if you will but I really did - and so I donated a sum of money.
Have a look at their site, the pictures are lovely even if you're not interested in their cause:
care for cows In the gallery there's a whole album of cows snoozing, ha ha. This is -
lajjasila snoozing. A word of warning if you click the booklet link, there are some stories and photos in it that are hard to bear.
I don't like Geraldine McEwan
or Julia McKenzie (as Miss Marple, I should say). Stopped watching it as the stories are always the same aren't they, there's always someone who hasn't been around since they were a child in India or Torquay and now they're around again but under another name and they are the killer. But just out of boredom I watched an episode last week and it was so extremely well made I enjoyed every minute of it.
it was this one - if you remember. Guess you've all seen it yonks ago...