Archive for December, 2009

Fergie in the snow!

Hmm, I don’t think Fergie’s particularly impressed with the change in weather…

Jo and Fergie - 21 December 2009

Jo and Fergie - 21 December 2009

Fussy pig, she won’t like it when the snow and ice turn back to rain and mud!

The end of the world as I know it…

Just a brief post to say that B and I parted company over the weekend. Yes, the timing sucks. No, I haven’t got a clue what comes next. As we slip from one decade to the next, I shall be single, homeless and jobless. Ok, so it’s not as dramatic as it sounds, but in the wee hours it sure feels like that! It’s an opportunity, or so I’m told, to do anything, to go anywhere. Here’s hoping, right?!

Thankfully I am surrounded by wonderful friends to whom I owe bucketfuls of thanks.

Here’s the most recent photo of the piglets, to end on a good note:

Pinky, Curly and the piglets - 13 December 2009

Pinky, Curly and the piglets - 13 December 2009

Remember when …

… the sun was shining and the grass was green?

No, me neither.

Unbelievably, this was taken just three weeks ago:

The five adults and Snipe - 27 November 2009

The five adults and Snipe - 27 November 2009

All that green is now a sea of mud into which the pigs sink. On a dryish day it tickles their knees. When it’s raining, it laps at their bellies.

Apparently, we’re having a dry spell for the weekend. Here’s hoping…

Your services are required!

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Now that’s what I call Christmas decorations!

I don’t “do” Christmas. I’m neither Scrooge nor Grinch but I can’t stand the uber-hype at this time of year, the overspending, the I Want, Must Have culture that can’t be good for anyone’s health or happiness. Considering it’s meant to be a religious festival (but only coz they nicked the idea from the Celts etc), although I’m about as religious as a paper bag, I find the gluttony and greed that seems to rule this time of year to be sickening.

So … I don’t “do” Christmas.

But I would do these decorations:

Santa baby, hurry down the chimney tonight...

Santa baby, hurry down the chimney tonight...

They never let poor Rudolph join in any reindeer games...

They never let poor Rudolph join in any reindeer games...

😆

Via Doggonedmysteries!