Denis Lehane: Fighting fit after calf rearing season

“You don’t smell half as bad as you normally do,” my missus remarked to me the other morning, and she sniffing me as I sat down for the breakfast.

“That’s because, my dear woman,” says I, pulling in my chair to face the feed, “my calf rearing is at an end. I’ve called time on the milk replacer. My days of scour are behind me.

"The calves are reared. I’m a happy man. Tis onwards and upwards from here. That’s why I’m smelling of roses,” I explained.