I was going to be a day late, anyway, because Victor’s leaving day was yesterday, two years ago. It does seem a very long time. But now I’m late because we couldn’t get onto WordPress yesterday, and we guess nobody could because we couldn’t see Auntie Noelle’s page, or Uncle Lord David’s page either. But we’re back now, and I expect they are too (wave).
Mummy and I had a long reminisce about the days when we (Colman and I) ran around with Victor, and Humphrey, and the kids as they were then, Dylan and Dougall. I’m the last of the Jubilee Seven, you see. I try to tell stories of those days to the kids here now, Oscar, Midge and Percy. Percy met Dylan and Dougall of course, and Oscar and Midge met Hector and Colman as well, but they didn’t talk to them much, and I don’t think they remember much about them. It’s a shame because they were great people. Especially Victor. Who knows what a lunatic Dylan would have been if he hadn’t had Victor’s kind, steadying influence in his early days. Well, possibly like Hector, who had Humphrey, but they both went through such a bad time Hector was, well, quite odd. None of us really had anything to do with him, because he was so angry at everything.
But this is supposed to be about Victor, who was something special. I’m nearly as old as he was now, but fortunately I haven’t had all the trouble he had with his bottom, which he had for years and must have been very uncomfortable for him. Mummy said he was an adorable pig who enjoyed being adored. I think that’s right. I don’t want to be adored, just cuddled, Mummy.