On... cows

I love cows. Isn't she beautiful?


I've been in love with her for months. She's been hanging at the Whitewall Galleries on Westbourne Grove and I've been visiting her whenever I walk past. And now, she is mine.

It is perhaps odd that I love her so much, considering that I a) have zero affiliation with or affection for real cows, farms or the countryside b) grew up in Hong Kong and live in London and am avowedly the most city-loving person you could ever meet and c) get nervous in the country because of all the nature, which gives me asthma and makes my skin itch, and silence, which makes me feel alone. But I do.

I haven't named her yet - maybe Bessie? (Too cliche?) What do you think? She's definitely a girl; she has long eyelashes. Suggestions welcome...