Squeak out!

That is the message stamped onto the back of my new workmate who I have decided to call Eunice, as I picked her up from the Unison (the trade union I belong to) stall at the Burston rally on Sunday. She makes a wonderful deep 'oink' sound when squeezed.

My colleagues laughed their heads off when I introduced her to them because now if someone says 'pigs might fly' I can simply throw Eunice in their direction to prove that they really can.

I'm still loving my job.