IT’S NOTHING!Deep in thought I trudged wearily in the direction of the allotment, holding in my hands a hoe and pitchfork and in my head the firm intention to tidy up the row of strawberry plants, an act of homage to granny’s memory – if it was up to me I’d let the bloody things burn to a crisp in this hellish heat, and the sooner, the better… This morning Ulia set off for Mensk. What with getting all her stuff together, and then feeding the blasted pig (what the hell do I need it for anyway? I know full well that I could never put a piece of juicy chop from those fat thighs in my mouth without seeing those bright little piggy eyes in front of me!)… I had managed to forget all the questions that had been troubling me over the past few days. But now, when I had a few moments to myself on my
