Oh well. My email to NCOT ended up being a massive whinge about
how annoying the health system can be at my end, so I'm not sure how unmedical and upbeat I managed to be either
.
What's the Boy in the Striped Pyjamas, Choc?
I've made the ice cream, but it hasn't done much to soothe the gut yet. And we've had piggy drama here, as one pig decided to make a flying leap during his trip inside, and raced away to the far corner of the garden and hid himself so deep in foliage that he was invisible, and could only be located through his squeaking. Luckily my cat is of a traditional working breed, so she worked like a sheep dog, and between the two of us we were able to corner him against the fence and get him home again. I think he scared himself, poor lad, and he seemed very happy to be picked up again. It made me realise just how fond I'd grown of the little pigwigs. They may have only been here a week, but I'd be really, really, upset if anything happened to them. They're some of the nicest piglets I've ever known.
Bed time for me, Choc. I hope you have a wonderful day there. How's the eating going, btw?