It’s an ex-pig

Hope not to upset conscientious vegetarian readers…so I’m not putting on
any of the fairly gory pictures our hostel-guests made of the pig-killing.
Yes, we’ve got what we always wanted – paying wwoofers! Our lovely
guests Frances and Alex visiting all the way from New Zealand helped
through that long day of pig-processing and are keen on – well, Frances is – milking goats…
anyways, it went well and without much pain (on the part of the pig) as Feri came to help and he did it very professionally with his stun gun. I made sure that I was in the shop when this part of the work happened… then I was teaching, so by the time I joined to help, the pig-bits were very much like what one sees at a butcher’s…
The meal of fresh fried meat and newly made sausages, with bread and pickles was very enjoyable in the afternoon… even though we did least of the work with Alan,
with Jozsi, Margit and Feri doing most, we ended up totally knackered, sleeping through most of Sunday, and still not quite recovered… And we have half a freezer full with meat! Roll on the winter… ok, I don’t really mean that.
I just remember, last Sunday we tried out the new table tennis table in the play-house, which was bought from a grant Szabi won, and we had a jolly good hour and a quarter playing, supposed to have repeated it on this Sunday, but as I mentioned we were not composmentis…