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A DAY IN THE LIFE OF PATRICK PIG

Patrick opened one eye slowly to look at the alarm clock. He gave a loud groan as he saw the time, “Oh no! Not time to get up yet surely. He was still far too tired.”

But when he looked at his clock he found it was time and at this thought his tummy rumbled loudly with hunger.

Now he jumped out of bed quickly as his thoughts were on his big breakfast.

He looked a very funny sight dressed in his night shirt with a night cap on his head, but he didn’t care about that because as he liked his food so much that was all he cared about at that moment, not what he looked like. Anyway there was nobody else around to see him as he lived all on his own.

If anybody had asked him he wouldn’t have been able to think of anything he didn’t like to eat and he always had a lot of food for his breakfast.

His mummy had always told him when he was younger, “Have a good breakfast and it will set you up for the day.”

Now he sat at the table, with a brightly coloured bib on, ready to eat a lot of food for his breakfast and he was doing just as his mummy had told him to do. First of all he had his cereals, followed by bacon, three eggs, sausages, beans and lots of toast with it, then toast and honey to finish off with. When he’d eaten all that he patted his full tummy thinking he felt a lot better for all the food in it.

After his breakfast Patrick took great care in getting a good wash all over then getting dressed in his suit ready for work.

He set off to work on his bicycle and his little legs moved faster and faster as he pushed the pedals to make the bicycle go up the hill.

Sometimes, when it seemed such hard work on the bicycle, he wished he’d a car but cars cost money for petrol and to park them near to his work.

Anyway he couldn’t drive a car and he wouldn’t tell anybody but he was

frightened of cars. They were such big, fast things, he felt far safer on his bicycle.

Once he’d fastened his bicycle safely to the fence at the back of his work building, Patrick set off to go in his office for another days work. He looked up on his way in and saw the plaque with the words, Patrick Pig, Solicitors and his chest swelled out thinking how all this was his, his daddy had given it to him.

With snout held high in the air Patrick walked in the door. As he went past the reception, Mrs. Lamb was watching out for him and as soon as she saw him she shouted cheerfully out to him, “Good morning Mr. Patrick, nice day.”

Patrick just carried on walking and said with a grunt, “Um, yes.”

Mrs. Lamb looked after him thinking he could, at least, try to sound cheerful even if he didn’t feel it. But still, she was used to it, he was always like this in a morning. Getting up for work didn’t seem to agree with him.

Patrick groaned to himself as he saw Mr. Foxy coming quickly towards him on the stairs.

It was far too early in the day to see Mr. Foxy and deal with his sly comments.

As he went past him, Mr. Foxy said with his usual cunning and a sly look on his face, “Don’t forget I want to see you today for a chat.”

Patrick once again just gave a grunt in reply and carried on up the stairs.

As soon as Mrs. Peacock heard the office door opening she strutted

up to Patrick with a large pile of letters in her hands and gave a smile, “Here’s your letters, for today, Mr. Patrick.”

With a grunt he said, “Put them on the desk.”

Mrs. Peacocks feathers were ruffled by his tone of voice. All he seemed to do nowadays was grunt not a kind word for anyone could he manage to say.

Mr. Patrick sat down and as soon as Mrs. Peacock had left his office, he started to open his letters with his new letter opener. his mummy had brought him back from her last holiday. He didn’t want Mrs. Peacock to know what was in them.

Soon paper was scattered all over his desk and on the floor as he threw each letter down in disgust.

He let out a grunt of joy as he found what he was looking for in one envelope.

Money! That’s what he liked to see the most, money. Now he could go to the bank today and pay some more money into his savings account. He laughed gleefully to himself, then quickly put on his usual grumpy face as he remembered people would be in to see him soon. This was the part he didn’t like, having to work for his money.

After seeing a lot of people that day, who had all seemed grumpy themselves Patrick felt his stomach churn over as he realised he’d to see Mr. Swan next.

Meanwhile Mr. Swan pressed the bell hard on the reception window to let them know he was here.

Mrs. Lamb came to the window and when she saw who it was exclaimed, “Ah! Mr. Swan. Have you come to see our Mr. Patrick?”

“That’s right,” said Mr. Swan.

Mr. Swan had gone into the room to wait as Mrs. Lamb had told him to do.

He was beginning to think they’d forgotten him, he’d been sat waiting so long and tapped his webbed feet beginning to feel very cross as it was a cold, dark, lonely room they’d left him in. There wasn’t anything left out for him to read, he was getting very fed up on his own with nobody else to talk to.

He carried on tapping his feet with annoyance. Mr. Swan, the builder, was a very busy man and he’d lots of houses to build for people to live in.

At last the voice of Mrs. Peacock came to him as she said, “Ah Mr. Swan, please come this way, Mr. Patrick will see you now.”

With head held high to give him dignity Mr. Swan followed Mrs. Peacock, muttering all the time, “Don’t know who they think they are at this place, treating me like this, when I pay all this money to them for the work they do. They could be a bit more pleasant to me.”

Mrs. Peacock thought it was unkind of Mr. Patrick to keep Mr. Swan waiting such a long time just because he didn’t like him.

Patrick looked up when Mr. Swan entered his office. Before he could say anything Mr. Swan shouted angrily at him, “Why did you keep me waiting so long?”

Patrick was so taken aback at this that he couldn’t even manage a grunt.

Finally finding his voice he said in a gruff tone, “Sit down there.”

As Mr. Swan slammed the door behind him Patrick took out his handkerchief and mopped his sweating brow, although he didn’t like Mr. Swan he didn’t want him to take his work elsewhere, because he spent a lot of money with them, but that still didn’t make him like him any the more for all the money he spent.

At last, Mr. Swan had gone after they’d dealt with the work he’d brought in and Patrick mumbled, “What a day! Thank goodness I can go home now as I’ve finished all my work and it’s closing time. No more people to see to-day.”

Getting home from work Patrick decided he needed to talk to his mummy and daddy after the bad day he’d had at work. That would cheer him up a lot. He liked to talk to them, they always seemed to understand what he’d to say to them.

Picking up the phone he dialled their telephone number. He always remembered their number without having to look it up in the directory. As he waited for the telephone to be answered, his mind started to think about food again. It seemed such a long time since he’d had anything to eat. In fact he’d only had his last food at lunch time and that has been no small meal, as he’d had three large sandwiches, a packet of crisps and a lovely bun from the cake shop.

Patrick jumped out of his dreams of food as he heard the telephone click and he realised it had been answered.

Ready to speak he was amazed to hear a voice that sounded like his mummy’s say, “Mummy and daddy are out at the moment but the dogs are at home.”

He slammed the telephone down in disgust wondering why his mummy couldn’t be there when he needed her. Anyway what a silly message to leave.

There was only one thing left now that could make Patrick happy again. That was food. So he ate and ate until he felt like he’d burst, he was that full.

By the time he’d finished a mountain of food he felt as sick as only a pig could feel. This was a fitting end to such the horrible day Patrick thought he’d had.

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