Had a bit of a lie in this morning, as I was having some tests at 10am, and truly didn't see the point of spending an hour doing something at work (well, 40 minutes of surfing the internet, at best) before disappearing for a few more hours.

(I'm officially special, by the way. And I don't have to be PC about terminology, because I'M special.)

Anyway. At 8.30am, Mary from Molescroft rang! Mary from Molescroft being the lovely old lady that took George and Albert off my hands back in April because they were fighting.

Well, they are now apparently very good friends, because she flung them in with lots of older guinea pigs, and they didn't really have a choice but to unite together against them all - a bit like when I used to switch the hoover on and they would cuddle, until George remembered he hated Albert, and bit his ears, while Albert tried to hump him.

They have also been rehomed with a hospital consultant and his lovely family, and are spoiled rotten. She was sad to see them go because they were so lovely :)

So I'm happy about that.

Pet pigs are NOT for eating. Hmph.