We are now officially well into the Year of the Pig. And, frankly, if the Year of the Dog was a bitch, this year has already been a pig of a year.
Back when I lived in Spain, pigs loomed large in my life. So here I’m just going to gather together some old blog posts that have featured pigs and pig products, boars and other related issues, and also re-post a few relevant images, starting with this little pig who went to market and half startled the life out of me as he nestled in among the reconstituted crab sticks.
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Despite what the actual weather is doing outside my window at the moment – which is grey with intermittent rain – the outlook on the blog seems to be relatively bright with mainly blue skies.
Or possibly, “clear with a touch of Photoshop”.
How that relates to the year ahead remains to be seen.
One of the things I dislike most about this time of year is the fact that news sites are full of articles of highlights and honours, of lists of the best, the most read, the most popular…
To be honest, I mostly don’t care.
Even so, I am very tempted to do a ‘review of the year’ as my last post of 2018.
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The other day – well, Christmas Day, to be more precise – I wrote a post with poems about sleeping.
That post nearly didn’t make it through to publication, though, as I realised I’d made a stupid mistake when I decided on the title: since restive was entirely the wrong word, I came close to abandoning the whole thing.
Then I considered re-thinking things and using the title cat napping to post the same poems with a different set of photos.
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Yesterday was a grey day with little to recommend it and little in the way of colour or words worth repeating.
Here, then, are some bright fuchsia blooms to start today; perhaps there will be equally bright thoughts and words later.