Unlike Linda Evangelista, my pigs get out of bed for two things: food and sunshine.
Yesterday, we were told that temperatures were going to reach 30 oC. Like hell they did! Is the weather as well as most other things utterly south and London-centric? It was grey, wet and generally miserable yesterday until about 3pm until the sun dared to show itself.
Today, however, when normally Penny Pig and Snouter don’t get
up until well gone midday, at 8am, my pigs had dug themselves a nice hole in the earth to make themselves comfy and had settled down, big, fat, soft pink bellies exposed to the beginnings of what might a potentially hot day. Will it be a scorcher?