I went upstairs to the Loo, came down and a cow was standing in the lounge.
I don't know who was scared the most, it was a big one.
At the time we lived on the banks of a canal. Apparently this cow was tottering along the tow path. A passing lady thought it shouldn't be there, so she opened our gate that led off the towpath and ushered the cow into the garden.
The patio doors were open and that is how the cow got in.
I did a stupid thing, I phoned my husband at work, got him out of a meeting and wailed down the phone, "what do I do", he told me to deal with it as he was 30 miles away and couldn't leave the office.
I can't remember how I got it out and back onto the path but I did.
The daft thing is there were a pile of LP's on the floor as I had been playing them. The cow had missed them all. There was no damage done at all apart from my nerves!