A Speen couple are appealing to members of the of the public over an ornament they believe was stolen from their front garden
The item, a pair of stone pigs, was last seen in the couple’s open plan garden along Coxeter Road over the weekend of January 12 and 13.
The ornament, which measures six to eight inches wide and is about two foot long, was given to the couple after their wedding nearly 30 years ago.
Anyone with information should contact Thames Valley Police.
(Newbury Weekly News, January 2019)
The ornament, which measures six to eight inches wide and is about two foot long, was given to the couple after their wedding nearly 30 years ago.
Anyone with information should contact Thames Valley Police.
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Karen shuffled back through to the lounge, her oversized pig slippers nodding with every step.
‘I’ve spoken to them, John. They’ve said they’ll put it in.’
Putting down a mug moulded in the shape of a pig’s head on the pig-patterned coaster by his elbow, she prodded the newspaper he was reading.
‘I said they’ll put it in. Next week’s. See if anyone comes forward with information.’
He grunted.
‘I wouldn’t have minded so much if it was something else,’ she continued, settling into the armchair opposite. ‘Only it was that gift that got us started with the pigs, wasn’t it.’ She put her feet up on the footstool which was upholstered with a tapestry Gloucester Old Spot. ‘Wasn’t it, John?’ she insisted.
‘Yes,’ he said, slowly looking up from his paper to the porcelain pigs on the mantelpiece. ‘Yes, it was.’
‘If Granny Witney hadn’t got us started with that fine pair of porkers we might never have become collectors.’
‘Yes,’ he agreed, the newspaper trembling a little in his hand.
‘People might not have bought us all these lovely things.’ Her gesture took in the lampshade from whose tassels dangled plastic pigs; the whimsical flying pigs on the wall; and her own pink pig onesie, complete with pig’s head hood. ‘How different things might have been!’
The newspaper suddenly crumpled in his hands and he sprang from the chair.
‘John! What’s wrong?’
‘I’m going out.’
‘Oh! Where?’
‘Taking Percy for a walk.’
At the sound of its name the pot-bellied pig struggled to its feet from its bed by the fireplace.
‘Again? You took him yesterday. I wouldn’t be surprised if that was when the thieves struck, come to think of it.’
John was strapping Percy into his harness and didn’t answer.
‘You’ll miss Babe: Pig in the City,’ she called after him, switching on the TV.
On his way to the front door he took a china pig at random from the hall table and slipped it into his pocket.
‘Come on Percy,’ he said. ‘Two down, two thousand three hundred and twenty-two pig items to go.’
‘I’ve spoken to them, John. They’ve said they’ll put it in.’
Putting down a mug moulded in the shape of a pig’s head on the pig-patterned coaster by his elbow, she prodded the newspaper he was reading.
‘I said they’ll put it in. Next week’s. See if anyone comes forward with information.’
He grunted.
‘I wouldn’t have minded so much if it was something else,’ she continued, settling into the armchair opposite. ‘Only it was that gift that got us started with the pigs, wasn’t it.’ She put her feet up on the footstool which was upholstered with a tapestry Gloucester Old Spot. ‘Wasn’t it, John?’ she insisted.
‘Yes,’ he said, slowly looking up from his paper to the porcelain pigs on the mantelpiece. ‘Yes, it was.’
‘If Granny Witney hadn’t got us started with that fine pair of porkers we might never have become collectors.’
‘Yes,’ he agreed, the newspaper trembling a little in his hand.
‘People might not have bought us all these lovely things.’ Her gesture took in the lampshade from whose tassels dangled plastic pigs; the whimsical flying pigs on the wall; and her own pink pig onesie, complete with pig’s head hood. ‘How different things might have been!’
The newspaper suddenly crumpled in his hands and he sprang from the chair.
‘John! What’s wrong?’
‘I’m going out.’
‘Oh! Where?’
‘Taking Percy for a walk.’
At the sound of its name the pot-bellied pig struggled to its feet from its bed by the fireplace.
‘Again? You took him yesterday. I wouldn’t be surprised if that was when the thieves struck, come to think of it.’
John was strapping Percy into his harness and didn’t answer.
‘You’ll miss Babe: Pig in the City,’ she called after him, switching on the TV.
On his way to the front door he took a china pig at random from the hall table and slipped it into his pocket.
‘Come on Percy,’ he said. ‘Two down, two thousand three hundred and twenty-two pig items to go.’
