It was the year 2040.
The Pig family had agreed to meet in a nearby wine bar. Peppa was there first. Finding a table, she ordered two double vodkas, which she had downed in quick succession before anyone else had even arrived.
Next to turn up was George. He nodded at his sister. “Alright?”
“No, not really, I am so fucking tired. You?”
“Shattered.” George rubbed his eyes and signalled to the barman. “Tequila?”