I don’t know if I told you, but when Mummy gave me my nice new bed for Oscar & Midge’s birthday present, she gave Oscar the Hammock. It was George’s hammock; he was given it by one of his fans. I wasn’t sure how to use it, so Mummy gave it to Oscar.
At first he ignored it, although he occasionally put his front feet on it to talk to me through the bars. Then he took to sleeping under it. Mummy liked that, since apparently that’s what Fred and George did.
Last week Oscar started sitting on his hammock, and even lying on it. He did what Dougall often did, though; he dropped his cucumber down the side and couldn’t find it until Mummy showed him where it had gone. Dylan never dropped it down the side, so I’m told.
So now the hammock is occupied again, and I have my nice bed which Mummy puts a comfortable layer of hay on as she knows I like it that way.
And I’d say all’s well with the world, except Midge and Mummy both have slight tummy upsets. Midge is on Cisapride. I don’t know what Mummy’s on. Maybe it’s been caused by watching the Olympics too late into the night. It was nearly 4 am on Saturday, or rather Sunday morning. She said it was all the fault of Jess Ennis-Hill. Mummy says funny things, sometimes.