How's that for a polyglot heading? Admit it you're impressed - a Pig of hidden depths. Well you will probably have guessed that Big Fat Pig is at Casa Piggy Cymraeg again, ostensibly to meet a roofer to get a price for a new roof - the original seventies roof is now held together by a lot of moss. That moss is much loved by the pestilential gulls who are once again nesting on the roof, their offspring now thumping around on the flat section and shitting everywhere. Possibly a shiny new roof will be less attractive to these flying vermin.
I say ostensibly here on account of the roof but of course I need little excuse to decamp here, even if it does separate me from the Groupie who puts the Pig to shame by her work ethic.
Anyway enough of my domestic arrangements - here's the news: for the second week in a row the Pig took his long run in Anglesey, this time heading inland and back to Benllech. Ninety-two minutes (and two seconds - it all counts) in a refreshing (for the runner at least) drizzle. Oakleys were worn, otherwise I doubt that the Pig could have made it. Thus continues the fitness drive - the Pig can now pull his unbelted trousers down without having to undo them. He does not, naturally, do this in polite company - mind you he does not often keep polite company.
It is also nearly twenty years since the Pig and the Groupie took Daughters Number One and Two on a four week Australian holiday. It was completely fantastic. But I won't bore you with the details, instead I will refer to one small episode that sticks in my mind from that vacation. We transited via Paris Charles de Gaulle and were in the Club lounge (Groupie had a lot of air miles from her business travel - the major factor in the Pig's predilection for turning left when he gets on planes) where the decision to shut the smoking area was causing an uproar. The area in question was merely a demarked section of the room, no physical separation being in place. In short the room was (as we had found when on our outward journey, the closure occuring in the interim) Passive Smoking Central. The Pig is not a vehement anti-smoker, indeed enjoys the occasional crafty cigar, but there is a world of difference between endangering your own health and the freedom to infect your fellow man. As something of a libertarian (admit it, you'd noticed) I wrestle with these sorts of things but at some point common decency ought to intrude - first do no harm. What am I getting at? Well, take a look at this video of boorish libertarians in the States - https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/av/world-us-canada-53411955/you-call-me-selfish-for-not-wearing-a-mask
They have a point - but that point is wrong. First do no harm. Primum non nocere. Which by my count means that smart arse Pig has now used four languages in today's tirade. Pig out.
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