In my very first post, A Quick Intro, I told you that the Builder and I had been on a date. I also hinted that I'd let you know where we'd gone.
So, I'm now ready to bare my soul. The Builder and I went to a class on....
... Pig Husbandry.
Okay, okay. You can stop laughing now.
We were - actually, we still are - thinking of getting a couple of pigs. We'd buy them when they were young; we'd feed them up; then we'd fill our freezer.
And none of these things are a problem to me per se.
My problem is the months we have Pinky and Perky. I go out every day to feed them. I talk to them. I get to know them. To like them. Dare I say....to love them.
I know how it'll go.
'Hi Pinky. How are you this morning?'
'Oh...grunt...not bad, but that wind was cold last night.'
'Aww, honey, I was thinking of you through the night. I was all cosy beside the Builder, and I couldn't but think of you guys out here in the cold.'
'Thanks, Mummy. I knew you'd be thinking of us.'
'Oh, where's Perky?'
'He's gone for a wee run. He was putting on a bit of weight, and he wants to run it off.'
'Uuhhh...run it off?'
'Yeah - you know, in this day and age, you don't wanna be ....well, putting on the beef. Well, not beef as such. But, er, you know what I mean'
Perky would then come back, sweating, but delighted over his new fitness regime.
How am I to tell them that they are supposed to get fat? That the whole reason they have come to live next door to me is...is...well, you know...to, er, get fat.
It's not for our friendly, daily chats. It's not to amuse our kids. It's not even to keep me company.
Its - you know - for the freezer. Gulp. I said it.
And now back to the original point of this post - to answer a question I'd left hanging.
Our 'date' was to a Pig Husbandry class.
It was great. But for now, we have remained a pigless family.
I wonder why.