At last! Piggle is now installed at Hilary Gilpin’s place, being stripped, and I’m attempting to recover from the traumas of the day with a welcome drink down the hill.
My problems didn’t end with the restoration of the Pigmobile to working condition, btw. I promptly got back onto the motorway in the wrong direction, and wasted at least 25 further minutes driving towards home in a desperate search for somewhere to turn round.
We finally managed the manoeuvre at the junction of the M6 with the M55, and within minutes of resuming our journey North I had to take speedy avoiding action to steer round a huge shredded lorry tyre lying in the centre of the middle lane!
Then when I finally arrived at Hilary’ and dropped Piggle off I bent forwards to give P a wee kiss, and the little bugger reached up with her paw and almost scraped my eye out! I think it’ll be bruised tomorrow.
Heaven only knows what the journey home will bring… It’s certain to involve traffic jams, though, given the time. Sigh…