After an unrestful and fitful slumber, the baby woke me up, screaming blue murder for his food, so up I dragged myself, and made his bottle. As Andreas was still sleeping peacefully after the night before, I made myself a cuppa, and climbed back into my bed for a little sleep before the kids woke up.
Sleep never came to me, as when all was quiet again, I thought I heard the gruntings of Kevin Bacon, and that was not too far off! I tried to listen, but in the end got my tired body out of bed, and found Kevin in Jan's yard, having found the hole that Mobi made, and after enlarging it nicely, he was glad to be able to have a go at Jan's veggie garden, where half of the stuff were already dying in the early sun. I was glad for one thing at least, and that was that I didn't have to run the roads after the pig as well, as he had not yet found the hole that Mobi had made, and which led to freedom.
I had to close up the gap, but was too scared to go into Jan's yard, as this pig looked to me like a bally man-eater, although Jan assured me many times that he is actually quite affectionate! So I started looking for material to put in front of the hole, but all I could find that would kind of serve the purpose, was an old safety door that was standing against the sty on the inside.
I eyed the stinking muddy lot inside the sty with distaste, not seeing my way open to walk through that, so I got some cardboard boxes which I flattened, and made myself a wee path. It was now drizzling again, and the boxes were soggy in minutes, and I sank into a foot deep pig poo and mud mix up to my calves! To make things worse, I had on my expensive Radermachers leather farm boots, and knew that it was the end of that comfy pair! But I managed to get the safety door, which I could hardly lift, and positioned it in front of the hole, securing it with a few poles stuck at an angle against it, pressing it to the chicken wire.
I decided that while my boots were ruined, and self covered in muck, I could just as well clean away the stinky mess, so with one eye on the still happily grunting Kevin, I ran for a spade.
I was doing quite well when Kevin suddenly appeared at the gate of the sty, I suppose thinking that he was being fed, and I was cross with myself for not closing the sty's gate, for this ugly thing ran straight at me! I shrieked like a banshee, and tried to get to the gate, but Kevin was in my way, so, gathering all the strength I had, I climbed over the rickity fence, where I left a very cross pig shouting down the wrath of his gods onto me for not feeding him.
I was scared that he would come out again, so I sprinted at about seventy miles an hour around the sty, up the hilly bit to Jan's yard gate, and was just in time to close the gate before Kevin could escape again.
Andreas had woken in the meantime, and stood bellowing for me to come as the baby was awake, and being so tired, and as I knew that he had wakened the baby with his yelling, I lost my temper completely, and shouted at him that if he didn't stop his bally caterwauling, I was going to wallop him!
Of course I was immediately sorry, as I didn't mean it, and knowing how vulnerable he was, I felt rotten, and told him again that I would never go away and leave them.
Inbetween all this, poor Laika was still disconsalate, sniffing everywhere, looking for Nina.