On the way home in the cab this evening I told Leftwing Idiot I’d like my next pig to be fluorescent yellow. I hadn’t had a ‘ticcing fit’ all day and I was hoping it would be a Piggy Day. This is how fit-free days have become celebrated thanks to the tradition of me being given a rubber pig dog-toy for each clear day. Strange as it may seem I get very excited by these unusual companions and I’m always hoping to increase my drove.
I currently have five pigs:
White van piggy
And the most recent addition, Blue piggy, which Leftwing Idiot’s dad carefully painted to meet my demands for one in that hue.
Sadly, today wasn’t a Piggy Day after all. I had a fit just two hours short of midnight. As my body locked up and I plummeted onto the crash mat in my living room I knew I was waving goodbye to yellow piggy… for now.
This didn’t stop me trying to persuade Poppy and Leftwing Idiot to overlook the fit or allow me half a pig at least. But Poppy rightly pointed out that I wouldn’t want to win a pig under false pretences.
I’m confident, though, that I’ll be bagging another pig soon, and I’m looking forward to welcoming Day-Glo pig to my collection when I do.