First we had this. . .
. . . then we had this. . .
That'd be Ireland's first Grand Slam for 61 years and nine healthy piglets for Molly the sow. If there's a more exciting evening for a vaguely Irish pig "farmer" who's quite keen on rugby, then I'd like to hear about it.
SUNDAY - they're all doing fine, feeding well and Molly is proving no breed of pig matches a Saddleback for high-quality mothering. If Saddleback sows were humans they'd be the ones to dab your face with a moistened hanky, make sure you had enough sandwiches to feed a football team every time you left the house and treat every girlfriend you brought home with suspicion.
Anyway, here's the gang, doing what piglets do best. . .
. . . and there's always one who'll hang on in case there's seconds. . .