It’s been a ‘pig’ week.
Monday, we took Joan and her friends to the abattoir. So meekly did they all climb into the trailer, I’m sure they thought they were setting off on a caravanning holiday.
A ten-minute drive... the country route... no main roads and we were there. Still no squeals. No hanging about, no stress.
Twenty-four hours later we’re discussing ‘heads, shoulders, knees and toes’ with the butcher.
Then Wednesday, I finally got to play with my shiny new mincer....