Getting up late always put Andy behind. And if that wasn’t bad enough, he had a headache. Given all this, of course, the pigs had to play up. Weaning the six-week-olds from the sow was always a chore. Andy managed to get the piglets out of the pen, moving a board in place to stop them from heading in the wrong direction, but one slipped back to its mother before he could close the gate. Deciding it would be easier to deal with the others first, he walked them to the other end of the shed to a fattening pen, heat lamp already switched on.
Going back to the sow, Andy opened the gate and advanced on the errant piglet. “Come ‘ere, ya little sod.” He picked up the twenty kilogramme squealing bundle and carried it down the aisle to join its littermates. “You f*****g evil bugger.” The piglet had
