I’m in the backseat. And the car is surrounded by goats.
‘Mavis. Susie. Clementine.’ He acknowledges each of them as they pass.
‘Darl, look! It’s Josie. She’s just about to pop like you.’
I groan as another contraction reaches its peak.
He furrows his brow and mutters, ‘She seems to be handling it better though.’
‘Just. Get. Us. Moving! For God’s sake.’
‘Oh look, Darl! Josie’s coming to say hello.
The goat sticks her head through the open back window and bleats a loud ‘baaaaa’ right into my face.
I really shouldn’t have married a goat farmer.
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