Thursday, May 31, 2007

"Look! I made your piggy stripy!"

This is our pink stripy piggy. He is technically a doorstop. Gordon bought him to keep our lounge door (which is weirdly spring-loaded like our other interior doors) open. But to me he is much more than a doorstop. He is my friend. He is the only friend I have in Nottingham so far. I know things will be different when I have a job, but since the Eurovision party the longest conversation I have had face to face with a human (Gordon doesn't count) was with the guy who tried to sell me vision insurance in the mall. He was nice. And the postman dropped off something once and said a whole sentence to me. That was good. But the piggy is there for me every day, holding the door for me when I come in after a long day of shopping, "struggling with bags from Tesco", Aldi, and Holland & Barrett. Sometimes we have a nice cup of tea and a chat about the weather. When Gordon comes home the piggy holds the salt shaker for us while we eat dinner. He likes to wear my shoes (the piggy- not Gordon). He has buttons for eyes, for nostrils, and for hip flexors. I know that if one of our shirts lost a button that the stripy piggy would sacrifice his own comfort and donate a hip flexor or a nostril, because that's the kind of piggy he is. I only wish that everyone could have such a lovely piggy friend. Then nobody would eat bacon. Especially not the stripy kind.

4 comments:

Barbara said...

Does your little piggy go "Oui, Oui, Oui..." all the way home?

Sarah said...

He doesn't have to. He's a stay-at-home piggy. He leads quite the charmed piggy life. =)

Gordon Simpson said...

Best purchase I ever made!

Sarah said...

Best purchase? Are you sure? What about that time you bought that first pack of crumpets? You know, the gateway crumpets? The ones that got me hooked and will keep me in the UK even if I don't ever find a job and we never get hot water? ;) (I joke with you. I would stay for far more important personal reasons. We have a piggy to think about.) :o