Grass; such an interesting topic

On By geordieroscoeIn garden3 Comments

Way-aye, Roscoe here again.

Mam’s been picking grass for us most days. Biggles has got so used to it that he gives out a big wheek when it’s the right sort of time. Mam comes along and asks us what’s wrong, and we all wheek at her and she realises. She’s good like that.

She’s been going into the garden and picking grass for us. There are different types, we can tell. There’s thick, lush grass which sounds like it’s from the wet and sunny part at the bottom. We haven’t been down there yet. Mam says there are buttercups and daisies and she doesnt think we can go down, but we’d be her easiest way of keeping the grass under control. We don’t eat daisies and buttercups, Mam, they’re bad for us. Just send us down there and we’ll do the job.

Then there’s some thinner grass which I reckon has been growing in the shade. That’s probably from the side of the bank going down the little hill. It’s very tasty, and is the one most likely to have dandelions in it.

Then there’s a little smidgin of our new grass, whch Mam gave us yesterday. It’s short and tough at the moment, but I reckon when it settles in, it’ll be fine.

Mam says it might be warm enough for us to go out this week. She’s not supposed to walk on the new grass till after Easter, and that’s this coming weekend. But she reckons she could put down a mat and stand on that to put our runs out.

She’s clever, you know, our Mam. She works out ways to do things. She even managed to hook the washing machine up to everything yesterday. She spent the whole afternoon doing washing. The machine is still in the middle of the kitchen. She’s still thinking about it.

See what happens this week. Bertie will tell all next Monday. He gets all the fun jobs. He’s put together a group of our posts to tell the saga of our move from Norfolk to Hampshire. I wrote half of it, mind.

Bye for now

Roscoe xxxx

Bertie's ramp

I’m having loads of fun!

On By bertie bootsIn Happenings1 Comment

Hello, Bertie here again.

Roscoe told you last week we’re in our new house and room, and Mummy’s busy unpacking. She was very pleased yesterday because she finally found the kitchen cutlery. That’s what she said and it sounds important. She made herself a nice stew with red pepper and fennel and carrot and parsley in it. I know because we got the end bits of the carrots, the red pepper, the parsley and the cut-off bits of fennel.

You know I learnt to jump out of my cage and run around the living room checking up on everyone? Well, big news!

Mummy has put a ramp for me to climb back into my cage!

  • Bertie prepares to jump

She leaves it up for most of the day, and leaves the top of my cage open. She only closes the top and takes the ramp away in the evening. It’s FANTASTIC! Any time I want to go exploring, or to stretch my legs, I jump out of the cage, and then when I’ve had enough, I go back in!

Actually, it’s quite boring when I’m out, because I’m the only one, and Mummy has cleared up all our smells from the morning run. But still. She does talk to me, and if I want a head scritch I can go and ask her for one.

If she’s not in the living room, that is. Roscoe and I aren’t allowed in the living room any more. There are lots of things in there that weren’t there before. But Mummy doesn’t want us leaving our messages on the carpet behind the big blue sitting thing. We still get our morning cuddles there, with Mummy sitting on the big blue sitting thing.

So, I like it here.

There’s going to be grass too. Mummy’s been picking us some handfuls of grass in the afternoon, but it won’t be long till we’re out on the new grass. Mummy’s having to water it at the moment. She said she should have started doing that a week ago. I think she’s worried about it, but I’m sure it’s growing.

See you next time.

Love

Bertie xxxx

What a week that was!

On By geordieroscoeIn Happenings2 Comments

Phew! Roscoe here, still in our cage in Hampshire but in a new room. It’s the room with the big glass doors that Mam’s shown us in the past.

Monday Liam and another chap came to do the floor like Bertie told you. The noise was really bad, with horrible screaming noises and banging and all. But Mam sat with us and explained everything so we just hid in our tunnels and snugglesacks and ignored it as best we could.

Then Tuesday Liam was back, and made the screaming noises outside. Mam said it was the sound of a machine called a saw. I thought it was sore but Mam put me straight. Then every now and then there would be this huge bang, which had to be done around the edges of the new floor. Some of it was just the other side of the wall from me. You never knew when it was going to happen. I’m never going to complain about fireworks again. And Mam had to leave us with all this going on!

Wednesday was real quiet. Liam had to do something quiet and slightly smelly around the edges again, but we were able to rest okay, and eat the extra food Mam had hidden under our massive hay pile. It wasn’t as massive as it had been, so we could find it easily. I believe Biggles ate his the previous night.

Thursday another man came, and he put a ladder in the middle of our room to put the light back, because the man who had changed the ceiling had left it off. I don’t remember seeing this light before. I’m sure it’s not the right one, but Mam seemed happy when she saw it. He also changed the lights on the wall, which meant he had to lean right over our cage! But it all got done and he went away, and then an hour or so later Mam came back.

I have to say, Mam looked very tired. She gave us more food, including some yummy leaves and grass from our Norfolk garden, and said she’d clean us out in the morning. She sat there for quite a long time, just looking at us, so I looked back and we had a chat. It sounded like she’d had a bad day, but the drive back was easy because not many people were on the road. And her furniture was on the way here, and at one time earlier in the week she was afraid it would all be cancelled, or even worse, she’d be made to stay in Norfolk so as not to spread the virus. But none of that happened and the move was nearly done.

Friday it got done. Mam put us in our travel boxes after breakfast, but instead of us going in the car we went in the bathroom. We could hear some more men came, and they went in and out past our room for hours. When they’d gone, Mam put us back in our cages, but they’d moved!

We are now in the back room, like I said. It was a bit cool on Friday and Saturday in there, but yesterday Mam moved all the boxes around, and put our cages up on bricks (whatever they are) and put the heating on. It’s in the floor. We rather like it. It’s not as warm as it was in the holiday cottage, but the room is a nice steady temperature.

So there you have it. We are now officially Hampshire pigs. And Mam still looks tired, and there are boxes everywhere, and her desk is in pieces, which she’s upset about, because it wasn’t supposed to happen, but if someone comes to help her she can put it back together. You can tell she told us that, can’t you. No, I don’t understand either.

I hope next week is quieter. Apparently everybody has to stay home so we won’t have any more visitors for a while, not even the nice man who did the ceiling. He’s going to do some walls for us, but it will be much later than Mam had hoped.

But everything’s here and we’re all safe and sound. And Mam doesn’t have to go away at all for ages.

So I think that’s our happy ending, and I have no idea what we’ll have to blog about in future. Come back and find out, won’t you?
And thank you Auntie Noelle and Tori, and Mollie as well, for supporting us through this. You’ve been great.

love

Roscoe xxxx

Lots of funny things going on

On By bertie bootsIn Happenings2 Comments

Hello, Bertie here.

Lots of funny things are going on at the moment.

Last week we were here all week and so was Mummy. Nobody came to do the floor, although someone came on Monday to measure it or something.

Then somebody else came and took away all the grass! Then he did lots of things where it had been and when he finished, there was lovely long grass all laid out in neat rows! We’re not allowed to eat it till after Easter, so Mummy says. What is Easter and when is it?

Mummy’s been very worried about something called avirous. She had to go to the shop to get enough food for her for five weeks, and for us for two weeks. She says that’s all the time the fresh veg will store for. But we have lots of pellets and hay, and she’s ordered hay to be delivered from a place called Hay Box, and we’d better like it, because it’s not cheap. Well, Mummy never gives us cheap food, only good quality things, so it must be good, don’t you think?

Neville likes hay

She’s also been busy painting the room we’re in, which she said she wasn’t going to do when we were in it because of the smell. It certainly does smell funny. Not very nice, but not bad. She said she had to do it before the furniture came, and that’s on Friday. But the floor isn’t finished, and Liam is coming today to work on it so it’s finished on Thursday. And Mummy’s going back to Norfolk without us on Tuesday to make sure all the furniture arrives on Friday.

I hope you understand all of this, because to me it makes no sense at all. Oh, and now she’s also worried because Uncle James is in Spain and he’s not allowed to leave.

Do you have all these complicated things going on in your life too? Or is it just Mummy?

More news next week.

love, Bertie xxx

four sleepy boys

It’s all coming together, apparently

On By geordieroscoeIn Happenings2 Comments

Way-aye, Roscoe here again.

We’ve been in Hampshire for over a week now, I lose track a bit. Mam says we’ll be moving into our permanent room in a few days. She was going to finish painting over the wallpaper of the room we’re in yetserday, but realised that she didnt have to do it while we were here, she could wait till later in the week.

That was very considerate of her. Painting is what she was doing to those green leaves. She wasn’t taking them off and putting them in a pot, she was putting paint on her brush from the pot, and putting the paint over the green squiggles to hide them. I got it all round the wrong way! Anyway, she’ll finish painting the whole wall the same colour. She did the one behind our cages before we came down last, so we didn’t have to cope with the smell. Judging from her painting over the squiggles, it isn\t a bad smell, but, yes, I’d rather not.

There’ll be some plastering and painting to be done in our room, but hopefully it won’t last long, and it’s only one wall.

The furniture’s arriving at the end of next week. Then Mam will have to reconstruct our run so she says. So we’ll be in cages a while more. That’s fine by me, the cages are just as nice. Bertie’s not so keen, but he’s in the small cage. Mam gives him extra floor time to make up for it.

So it’s all going well, sort of, and we like it here. I think Mam does too. But she’ll be pleased when the furniture’s here and she has finished unpacking boxes of stuff that goes in it.

four sleepy boys

She asked us if we wanted to go on holiday with her for a rest after it’s all finished.

No, I’ll just stay here resting, thank you very much.

See you next time

Roscoe

PS I should comment about the new hay we had last night. It came from a huge bag, which Mam says doesn’t fit in any of the cupboards. It comes from a place called Devon, and its very yummy. Of course, our own Norfolk hay is very yummy too, but we’ve only got one more bag of that left.

Bertie on the carpet

This is nice :)

On By bertie bootsIn Happenings2 Comments

Hello, it’s Bertie here.

We’re in Hampshire, but it’s not yet what Mummy said it would be. We’re in the cages in the living room like we were last time. That’s okay, of course.

When we arrived on Thursday, Mummy found that the floor was still damp from where they’d been working on it. Our living room is fine, that’s got carpet on it, and it’s really nice to run over.

The men came in to inspect it on Friday, and said it would have to wait till next week to dry out. The tiles aren’t down yet, so we can’t move anything out of the living room. Mummy just shrugged her shoulders, but moved us into our boxes and intot he bathroom while they did stuff to the floor.

While they did that, the other man did stuff to the ceiling in the living room. Roscoe told you last week there’d been a big hole in it, and the man had fixed it and made the ceiling a dark brown colour. Well, this week he made it a nice white colour. It looks much better. Mummy showed him the other rooms. Apparently there’s more work to be done when the floor’s finished.

Then there was some more fun when something else was found out, and the roof men came back and said the roof was dry. Why the ceiling was wet nobody really new, but apparently it’s drying out as the floor dries out. It’s all more than I can understand, and Mummy says nobody really understands the ceiling thing, they’re just making a best guess.

Meanwhile we’re enjoying ourselves in the cages and running around the house in the morning. Roscoe and I haven’t tried the other rooms yet, but they’ve got the same floor as the hallway. We try to get off it into the living room as soon as we can.

Maybe next week the floor will be finished.

Mummy says the man is coming to do the grass next week. That sounds promising.

Mummy’s going back to Norfolk for a couple of days, but we’re not. We’re here for good, she says. I think we like it here. It’s nice.

See you soon,

Bertie xxxx