Piglet’s granddad send over a play centre, a term with which nobody seems to be familiar. It’s essentially a smorgasbord of sensory delights for a baby - a play mat bristling with toy and textures, sounds and sights, colours and contrasts for a piglet’s ever-burgeoning brain.

As always with new things in her life, now a whopping ten weeks, there is first a period of quizzical engagement, usually signalled by a slightly bemused, stand-off posture while she sizes it up:

Then there follows a time of happy interaction with the new object, during which her little piggy face relaxes:

Inevitably, though, her mind wanders off to affairs of the day, thoughts of the dinner menu, perhaps sleeping, and when her focus returns to the object at hand, there’s a startled intimation of non-recognition…

“Aargh, what is this thing in which I find myself? Why the danging yokies? I feel one of my self-awareness fugues coming upon me.” She cries out, in a remarkably quiet voice - “NURSE - THE VAPOURS!”

Today was vaccination day for the pobrecita, as you can see from the plasters on her legs.

I’d like to say she was a brave little soldier when the needles went in, but no, she cried like a little baby.

Like a stuck pig…

Piglet Peliroja and family were invited next door to the neighbour’s terrace for a piggie lunch - german weisswurst, weissbeer and pretzels. Cue more cute snorting.

Hollywood here she comes! Riu is clearly the girl for any role (except Disney, she’s got smarts, http://yfrog.com/klsmtwaj)

She’s been practising her lines and can say ‘errrrr’, and ‘oooo’, so as soon as she’s got ‘eeeee’ down, she’ll be able to say her name.

Slowly.

Well, she’ll be able to spell it at least.

The lesser-spotted stripy Burrito.

This rare creature can sleep for up to eight hours when swaddled correctly to prevent flailing arms and jerky legs from waking her up and disturbing her parents’ slumber.

Piglet was totally zen on the flight to Ireland.