Can I add to last anon's 'stereotypical Irish things that happen to people who hate Irish stereotypes' please? I woke up one morning to three aunts and my mother (all 50+) and our milkman proper sprinting down the Big Hill, following my uncle in the tractor and 2 other uncles in our granddad's carer's knackered Ford. Turned out, the cows from the field next door had escaped through a hedge & took a jaunt to the beach. At 7.30am. While their owner was away in Dubs. Took 3 hours to herd them back.