Monty's armchair and Goormaag!!!!!!!

After work last night I had to go and fetch a PC for a friend, then go down to TOM’s place to drop said PC off as my sister B and her husband A are kindly taking it back to Secunda for my friend to then collect it from them, as she is In Delmas.
I arrived, after collection of PC etc, at about 5.45 pm to find TOM sitting on an old squashed armchair that his big fat Labrador Monty used to sit on, in the garden drinking a beer (probably his 6th beer of the day judging by his inebriated state).
Unfortunately Monty passed on to doggie heaven on Easter Sunday last year. TOM was devastated as he had obtained Monty after my mother had passed away, and Monty was his buddy. Of course, since Monty passed away on a public holiday, the SPCA and vet were not on hand to assist with the disposal of the body. Monty was rather voluptuous to say the least, due to overfeeding and lack of exercise, however HTB and I dug a huge hole in the garden to bury Monty. Actually, I dug the hole. I am able to do this based on the fact that I am an archaeologist and can dig. HTB was weak with pneumonia and TOM was weak from crying into several beers, so they watched me dig the hole. The 3 of us managed to lift/drag Monty, which was no mean feat as he weighed over 40 KGS and rigor mortis had set in, into his grave with his blanky and a bone to take on his spiritual journey)
But I digress, sister B was looking a bit frazzled with having to put up with TOM over the festive season, and had spent the day washing curtains etc… Don’t know why she bothers.
Any event- we went to Dieters restaurant for supper, they all ordered grilled eisbein and I had a ladies fillet with veggies.
As kids we were often fed roast pork and have fond memories of my sisters and I sharing out the crispy crackling fairly at our usual Sunday lunches – we even measured it- I kid you not. Based on this childhood memory, I pinched some crackling off the others plates. Alas, I started to feel queasy. On arrival at home a felt even more yuck and had a rather runny tummy. I had what my parents always warned us kids we would get if we ate too much crackling – goormaag.
Serves me right for being a piggy !