Meeting an Ex

My friend told me she was sending me a picture of her ex with his cow. My sleep addled brain processed that literally - that Mr M was milking his cow and wiping his sweaty brow with a towel. I didn’t know he owned a dairy! 



When she sent me the picture, it was of a shirtless man with a towel wrapped around his ample waistline, and his weighty wife. And his ‘cow’ had her arm around