A Swine of a Valentine's

Dear Reader, once again Mr Him decided that we needed to establish whether the Great Crested Grebes were feeling the mood of valentines.   They were not.  We did see the early morning rowing school,

Sussex old spot pigs

Luna saw pigs for the first time

and our chihuahua got mucky (and frowny) once again.

We did not venture to the pub this time but ventured home for a roast pork (no, we did not smuggle an old spot into our car however much Mr Him tried) lunch with a glass or two of Prosecco as it was Valentine's day.

Later in the day Mr Him grew a beard and a moustache.   He does that sometimes.  I'm still trying to work out how he manages it in an afternoon when he's supposed to be doing jobs.

The Miss 21 and her automotive engineer boyfriend successfully chose each other a valentine's present (they went into the same shop one after the other to get the other a surprise). I'd like to see what planned looks like if this is a surprise gift each! 

In the evening the four of us played a game of writing date ideas onto slips of paper and put them into a jar.  This jar should keep us going for a year of ideas between us.  When we pull an idea out we will put it back in the jar so as the other couple can have a chance of picking it too.

Over on the flipside I've updated my food diary and am struggling to understand why I feel so much better on a diet that looks so unbalanced (like me.). Ah now I understand  here