Hello everybody.  I asked Roscoe very nicely if I could post again today to tell you about my birthday.  He said something like “I suppose you’d better because you’ll be insuferabel till you’ve told everyone”.  I don’t know what insuferabel means but I expect it’s a compliment.

We had a lovely time.  Mummy did portraits of us in the morning… look:

and then we had a nice run in the kitchen.  Later we came downstairs again, and Mummy had set up a lovely party room for us.  I enjoyed running around in that, and everyone came!  I spoke very nicely to Roscoe, and he spoke nicely to me most of the time, but Mummy decided he’d better go home before the party ended.  Then Biggles came down.  We said hello, and then I said something Biggles didnt agree with, and Mummy asked me if I’d enjoyed myself (which I had), and she took me home.  From the photos it looks like Neville helped Biggles enjoy his own birthday cake, as we’d already demolished mine.

Bertie poses with his cake

Neville helps Bertie eat his cake

Neville, Roscoe and Bertie pile in to the cake

Biggles leads Neville to his own cake

Biggles poses with Birthday cake

And when the party was finally over, Mummy got me and Biggles to sit together on the chair in our room so we could have a photo together like I did with Uncle Percy.

We both sat very nicely and didn’t fight at all.  Biggles didn’t want his cucumber, so I helped him out.  Then he changed his mind.  There’s no pleasing some people!

But Mummy said we were good boys, and she hoped we enjoyed our birthday.  Well, I did, anyway!

Thank you for sending me happy birthday wishes, it was very kind of you.

And we hope Auntie Tori is feeling okay after her vet visit.  I think she had to stay in, so we hope she’s well enough to come home soon.

I’ll let Roscoe blog next week.

Love

Bertie (aged 2)