If I had a dollar for everyone who asked whether I’ve got swine flu, I wouldn’t have had to buy a Big Wednesday Lotto ticket this week.  No I don’t have swine flu but 150 people in New Zealand do.  Instead I have a rotten, stinky, I’m so over it cold.  Yes, I’m still spluttering and causing marital disharmony with my nocturnal coughing habits.

I thought it only fair to pay a visit to our local porkers to have a little chat about the bad name they’re getting. When you look at this face it doesn’t look like a health care risk.  The riskiest thing about this piggy is the damage it might do to itself slipping and sliding in all this mud.

Swine - who me?

It’s interesting that lots of Government buildings have new posters in the washrooms instructing people to wash their hands. How to cough and what to do if they feel ill.  I can’t help but think there may be a little, just a little, hysteria setting in.  It seems that the flu is spreading across parts of New Zealand at a rate of knots.  Fortunately, it’s a mild illness so whilst debilitating it’s not life threatening in a way you might imagine from the news reports.

My neighbour pigs are not bothered that they are the butt of so many jokes and comment in the national media.  They seem content to be wallowing around in their muddy field.

Pig in mud

I know a certain big basset who would give anything to be able to wallow in the mud like they are.  It would be a step up from the muddy puddles he sneeks into normally.

Pig neighbour

I have to admit that after almost 2 weeks I’m now officially fed up with being under the weather.  Even more so now that I’ve finished watching my box set of the final season of Sex in The City.  Luckily I have a light workload this week giving me enough space to rest up a bit.  Things are going to pick up over the coming weeks though which is nice from an earning point of view but it will mean that I have to make sure I am keeping well organised if I’m going to be able to keep up the Domestic Executive pace.