However, I have just had the most disgusting job yet. One of the pigs decided to hop into the trough, tipping it over and thoroughly wrecking everything. (I hasten to add that this was not a trough I put in!)
Fixing it would have been straightforward except that the pigs have a wallow beside the trough, the wallow is slimy with pig muck and urine, it's also been raining, and where did the trough end up? In the wallow - and of course the muck filled the trough, plus the water supply pipe shifted.
So, I've just spent a delightful 30 minutes up to my knees in slimy, rotted muck with my arms plunged up to the elbows in it as well.
For some reason, when the OH arrived home just as I finished she declined to give me a hug...
In fact, she took off inside and told me I was coming nowhere near her, while the boys were last seen sticking their noses in their beanbags!Still, there is a bright side - the pigs like me even more as does the neighbour's dog!
