As the day is nearing, I'm having great trouble getting to sleep. I keep seeing them wrenched off of their feet & having their throats cut. Damn that bloody Kill It, Cook It, Eat It programme... I think it's going to be tomorrow, but our home phone is out of order & I've had to be at the surgery all day today so I don't know whether the butcher has sorted it for the morning or Friday morning. The abattoir only takes them up to 11am, so if he's not here by 10ish, they'll have been reprieved for a day. I hope they are as the weather's due to be lovely tomorrow - it'll be nice to see them snuffling around in the sunshine for the last time. Oh God, just typing that has caused tears to prick my eyes.
Sorry for not blogging much of late, I'm feeling increasingly low as their end looms. Exacerbated by the fact that BT just can't seem to grasp how important it is to have a bloody landline here. Mobiles are out of range unless you walk up to the field & hang off of a tree & I can't sit at the pc all day. We might be living in the 21st century, but sometimes I feel that this little bit of County Durham is still nestled somewhere in the 18th century... I've no idea what the problem is, but the engineer who finally called in late this afternoon (reported the fault 2 days ago) said that he thinks it's a problem way down the line and that he'll have to pass it on to his 'underground engineers' who'll call me on my mobile to let me know what's going on. Cosmic.
I shall try to keep my chin up for the sake of the two new weaners who are still due to be coming this weekend or early next week. I'm thinking about names. Is it terrible of me to be considering naming them Kitty & Joanie after my nanny & her twin?
VP x
About Me
- Virgin Porker
- I moved from London to the north east of England 3 years ago. I was a total 'townie' until I moved and didn't know the first thing about the countryside! I thought that straw and hay were the same thing - for those non-townies out there, you'll know that that's bad... Anyway, having avidly watched and read everything that Hugh Fearnley-Whittinstall has done, I've become a lot more interested in where our food comes from and how it's produced. To that end, I'm now a lot more conscious of what I put in my mouth and totally appreciate that animals must have as happy a life as possible, not only for them to taste good, but also so that they enjoy their relatively short time on this earth. Hugh reckons that pigs are pretty easy to keep and so I thought I'd give it a go. As it turned out, yes they were really easy to keep but having to say goodbye I found very traumatic. This blog is now just tales of what I get up to in my day to day life!
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