While frantic work continues on the wall - Ormsaigbeg's equivalent of the Berlin Wall - which Trevor has now promised will extend from the common grazings' fence at the back right down to the sea....
Mrs Pig and the Terrible Ten are sleeping in well past the dawn, oblivious to the efforts being made to keep them out of the salubrious west end of the township....
....though they did get up a little later for a bite of breakfast.And, yes, The Diary is well aware that it's trying not to get too neurotic about these pigs, but the situation IS becoming extremely serious!
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