Today was a Talking Newspaper day. It has also rained all day. There’s really no link between the two. It just meant I ended up damp.
The paper had an odd number of stories with mentions of pigs today. Naturally I played this up, making sure I found as many laughs as possible. I had one story about a charity that is going to raffle a load of giant Easter eggs. The piece had nothing about pigs, just charity, chocolate eggs and fluffy toy dogs. I managed to finish it by saying, “…and sadly, there’s no pigs.” The woman sitting next me, preparing to read next, sputtered all over her microphone.
I wasn’t the only one, either. Rosemary, sitting to my right, started her next story by saying how many pig references there were today. She then read a piece about a poor, early cuckoo which probably wouldn’t see out the spring.
Anyway, the main pig reference was in a story about the upcoming Surrey County Show. Among the various events was pig racing. I ended the piece by saying I was definitely up for that. When I told Mirinda, she put the date in her diary straight away. How could you resist?
I was so excited that I bought some bacon to have over my jacket potato tonight. Delicious.
And, especially for Claire, here’s a photo of the chest of drawers. I stood on the bed to take it and squished my head against the ceiling.