Welcome to PigletPie’s blog. My mother’s pet name for me is Piglet. I’ve never delved into the origins too much to be honest – my ego couldn’t take it! Maybe it’s because I was small, pink and wriggly as a baby. Maybe it’s because of my appetite and – at one stage – my enormous rear end. Whichever, it seems to have stuck, with variations along the way: Pigalo, Piggergee and so on. Perhaps my baby sister’s pet name is worse. Troutie. Now we just call her the Shrub, due to the predictive text on my mobile assuming I meant something I didn’t. That happens a lot – why haven’t they invented a thought-reading mobile phone yet?