Cherie and the cow

Following her husband’s resignation as Britain’s Prime Minister, Cherie Blair embarks on a tour of Southern England promoting her new book.
She appoints Jock as her chauffeur.
Driving down a narrow lane in Devon, the car rounds a sharp corner and is confronted by a cow in the middle of the road.
Unable to take any evasive action, the car hits the cow, killing it instantly.
Cherie immediately orders Jock out of the car to see if there is any damage.
He returns to advise that everything seems OK
“You were driving the car,” Cherie says, “so you must go and tell the farmer what has happened….and hurry up, I am in a hurry!”
Cherie buries her head in some paperwork in the back of the car and waits…and waits….and waits.
Then, after about 4 hours, Jock returns, obviously the worse for drink as he is weaving about all over the lane approaching the car.
“Where the dickens have you been?” demands Cherie, “you know I’m late.”
“Oh, I’ve had a really good time with the farmer.” slurs Jock. “He was a real nice fellow.”
“Why, what did you tell him?” Cherie asks.
“I told him I was driving Cherie Blair around and I had run over the cow!”