Way-aye, Roscoe here again. Some good news for a change. It’s not my teeth, and we’re having a party.

Teeth? Yes, Mam thought I might be under the weather because my teeth were bad. She put her little finger in my mouth to feel them and said she thought the top ones were touching. I didn’t know what she meant. I realised yesterday when she put me in that straitjacket thing again, and put the horrid wires in my mouth, that she meant she wanted to look at my teeth and clip them if necessary. Well, she discovered my top teeth were so far apart she hadn’t felt both of them! And the bottom ones are fine too. So although my top front teeth are getting a little long, she says it’s not worth worrying at present.

So that’s good!

Party time! We’re having a party tomorrow or Wednesday if it’s too wet. Mam says it is supposed to be wet again tomorrow but that might change.

Seems to me that every time she says what tomorrow’s going to do it’s always better, or worse, but never just like she says it. That hot weather finally stopped on Wednesday, and we had a thunderstorm. It wasn’t a really flashy, noisy one, although it did rumble a lot. Since then it’s been cooler and wet. Mam’s been out in the garden doing things whenever it’s not actually raining. She brought us some long wet grass on Saturday, which was disgusting. I think she got the message.

The Party!! Yes, the party is because it’s three years since Nev and I came down from Newcastle. Well, to Norfolk, not to here. I have to say, we like living with Mam. She doesn’t always get it right, but she tries. And we’re having a party because nobody knows when our birthdays are, not even us. And Biggles gets a party on his birthday.

Mam seemed sad a lot last week, and she said she missed Bertie, and the longer we have an empty run, the more she misses him. The only answer is for the new piggies to come, and she doesn’t know why the rescue lady hasn’t let her have them yet.

I don’t know either, but I’m glad Mam is working on it. I miss having Bertie too. We need that run filled up with some new piggies. I want company!

Thank you for your questions. I’m hoping Mollie and Auntie Tori might think of some this week, and anyone else is welcome to give more. Auntie Noelle’s question is hard to answer because we’re all very quiet really, we chat to Mam, but don’t need to yell for food or anything rude like that. She’s very attentive to our needs. And she knows when we’re Looking at her, too!

See you nect week

love

Roscoe xxx