Hi all, just back at my desk after a frantic morning. Up at first light ( not that I slept much), disinfected car and trailer, loaded piggies( easier to say than do), did normal chores, ( chooks etc) then changed into clean clothes. sorted son out with a lift to school. Then took pigs on their holidays, 40 minute ride to the abattoir. waved them goodbye, which actually felt much sadder than it sounds, and returned. cleaned car and trailer again. returned trailer to farmer. Very windy to be pulling a 2 tonne trailer. If only they didn't look at you in such a trusting way. Just when you think you are working hard, you come across someone who make you feel quite lazy. While cleaning the trailer an old fellow drove up, he must have been @ 80. He asked if it was allright to park on the verge nearby, he was here to mend his sons stone walls. i know his son, who keeps a few sheep in a field up the road, and he is 60 odd. H e then put on his coat, hat , wellies and gloves, climbed over the fence, and before long was pulling the wall apart and rebuilding it. The wind was nearly blowing him over. fantastic .