My savings bank pig had a starring role in my dreams last night. Like Alfred Hitchcock's quick appearance in all his films, my pig was on every TV show Rick and I were watching. We would watch BBC news and the pig would pop in the Ukraine, he was in the bottom left hand corner of an Agatha Christie mystery. It didn't matter if it was a BBC or an ITV production, there was my busy, busy pig.
This morning, he doesn't look the least bit tired after all his dream hopping last night.
I shook him. He still has the same amount of change as he did before his acting career began.
Friday, January 30, 2015
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