I’m asking the Questions

Way-aye, Roscoe here.

I’ve got some pictures of hay-making and our late night grass time this week. But first I’m asking for Questions.

I was telling Mam how hard it is to think of something to say each week, and Mam said ‘why not interview the others?’

When I said I didn’t know what to ask them, she said to ask you.

So, please would you ask questions in the comments that I can ask Biggles and Neville. Then I’ll ask them and write each up on one day. Mam says she’ll think of some too, and it’ll be a Profile of each of us. That suggests I have to interview myself, too.

Mam’s put the hay up on a rack in the summerhouse to finish drying now, but this is how she dried it in the sun.

It’s been extremely hot the last few days. Mam says that, but we’ve been just the usual temperatures. Mam opens the door to the garden first thing, so the fresh morning air comes in, but she closes the curtains to keep the sun out. By the time we’ve been cleaned out she closes the door to keep the cool in. All day long we’re inside, and so is she. She’s been writing this week. There’s been a tall blowy thing wafting air across us too. It feels good, but I wonder if Mam is over-doing it. I mean, it looks lovely outside when she draws back the curtains in the afternoon.

But she goes outside for something and comes back in and says “ It’s terribly hot, boys. It’s 32!” Whatever that means, I don’t know. Apparently it’s got up to 25 at the highest in our room, which seemed fine to me.

Then we get to go out when the sky is starting to go pink. It’s a little bit warmer than our room then, but it gets cooler. On Saturday Mam was reading her ebook and didn’t realise it was nearly dark! She was better yesterday though.

We like it outside in the evening. It’s very pleasant and quiet.

See you next week, and please remember to ask lots of questions that I can ask the others over the rest of August.

love

Roscoe xxx

5 thoughts on “I’m asking the Questions

  1. 32 is pretty hot to us two-leggeds. We have temps that high for two months in the summer, which is why we have air-conditioning. Where I grew up in New England, my mum did what yours did – opened up the house at night and early morning, then shut all the doors and windows mid-morning.
    As for questions: what do you and your two mates like the best for food?
    What is the thing you like the least that your mum has to do to care for you?

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  2. Hi Roscoe, I was wondering which of you makes the most noise (squealing sounds) when you’re hungry? Also do you get excited and squeal when you see your food coming?
    Your garden is beautiful! Enjoy the summer evenings outside. 🙂

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  3. It’s been really hot here too. I mean, I’m alright, because I’m in my shady corner, have my own private blowy thing the human caretakers call a fan, and so on. But you should hear Mummy whining about it. She hates hot, and is real cranky when it gets, “in to the 20s and higher,” whatever that means.

    As for questions… Hmmm… Mummy and I will have to think about some for you, because I can’t think of any right now, and Mummy says her brain is too fried from the heat to think (see… Told you she’s whiney about heat).

    Squeak soon,
    Mollie

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    1. OK… Now it’s cooled down enough that me and Mummy can think, we have a few questions for you:

      Does your Mum always stick to the names you already had if she rescues you? Or does she change them if she doesn’t like them, or doesn’t think they suit you?

      What’s your least favourite food, and is there a food she really wishes you’d eat that one or more of you dislike?

      Have any of you ever had to share your homes with animals other than humans and other guinea pigs? How would you feel about it if your Mum decided you should, and brought something else home rather than more guinea pigs?

      Squeak soon,
      Mollie

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