11th May, 2006.

Oh my poor ears.

Zak and I bathed Teddy-pig today ready for the show on Sunday. No one told me Teddy-pig can scream. Anyone passing must have thought poor Teddy was being butchered in the sink. I got wetter than he did, Zak got shampoo in his eyes and baby Alf walked round the kitchen with his hands over his ears.

Then I cut his nails and stripped the guard hairs out of his coat (picture taken before I started). the volume increased but it didn't stop the little fiend from munching a slice of apple while he whinged.

I've tried to apologise to Teds with watercress but he is still sulking at bedtime. If he keeps this up I will rename him Gumboil...