Piglet was one of my childhood nicknames. Given to me by my first childhood best friend Anna who lived down the road from me. She was also born two days before me and we used to like telling people how we'd known each other for as long as two people could. I was a huge fan of the Winnie the Pooh stories and I guess Piglet would be a fair character for me to be likened too. As a child I was certainly one of the smallest in my age group. I may not have been a particularly timid child like Piglet is, but I certainly didn't have the wisdom (and crabbiness) of Owl, the bounce and hyperactivity of Tigger or the depressive, sad sac nature of Eyore. So it was apt I was Piglet to Anna's Pooh. (For the record I'm sure I didn't call Anna Pooh because it seems a tad impolite!)
Anyway, Anna moved to the neighbouring village when she was about 6 so we saw less of each other and then to the far side of the county meaning we saw each other infrequently, but kept in touch via letters. These days our communications are confined to letters in Christmas and Birthday cards. This friendship was my first taste of real friendship. Anna was the girl who showed me how to ride a bike and awarded me a red cross sticker when I could cycle on her bike to the end of the lane where she lived. She was first girl I knew that had a duvet on her bed (when the rest of us were still under layers of scratchy blankets and bed spreads.) And Anna was the most enthusiastic dancer to Shakin' Stevens records I've ever known - she would play singles of in her bedroom on one of those old record players that came in a suitcase. When Anna moved there was nobody to call me Piglet, but I remained a big fan.
Fast forward to last summer when Chief and I were playing back gammon online and he put his web cam on, so he could see me pulling faces at him every time he played a move I didn't like. I spotted something pinned to his notice board. I asked about it and he said it was a piglet soft toy a member of his family had given him. I was mortified to discover it was pinned to his notice by a bootlace which was tied round Piglets neck! Squaddie humour eh?! Despite a lot of protesting on my part that it was mean and telling him about my love of Piglet he was unmoved.
Next time he visited he brought this bag with him.
Hmmm a bag from the Disney Shop.
Inside the bag was a gift box. (I've kept this because it's cute.)
I thought the wrapping was cute too - Mickey detailed tissue paper and little Mickey shaped sequins.
So I have my own little Piglet now and he lives in the lap of luxury in my bedroom. He took a shine to the lovely mini pillow Reene made me in the PIF so has snaffled it to rest upon. It's awfully hard work being a timid little pig.
And as I've got older one of the things I love about Piglet is, even though he's a bit timid he really does try and be as brave as he can.