I’m intruding on Winnie’s blog to do a pork posting of my own. I’ve discovered over the last few years through my friends Kate & Ian that no matter what the latest trouble in my life is (gastric, romantic and the like), the only guaranteed way to feel better is a bit of roast pork. Or, actually, a whole lotta roast pork. So as only thoughtful friends can, with this in mind, they gave me a pretty sweet gift:
Too bad I can’t eat it. But I can sleep with it. You know what I mean. (Imagine how different Peanuts would’ve been if Linus had one of these instead of a silly blanket. Or even something like The Velveteen Rabbit.) Here’s how you get your own.