Way-aye, Roscoe here again.
Was it noisy where you are? It was noisy here. Fireworks at night, Thursday, Friday and Saturday. No idea why. Mam was watching the guys sliding down hills all day, every day (well, mostly). The man telling us who was who and how far they’d gone.
It was all a bit too noisy for me. I ended up curling up on the hay and sleeping through it.
I don’t know what Biggles did to deserve it, but he got a bath. Nobody else did, although Mam says I need my grease gland doing. Sigh. Biggles didn’t seem very happy in the bath – we heard him from here! Buthe seems very happy now. I’ll let him explain about it next week. There must be an explanation. Mam wouldn’t up and bath just one of us for no reason.
You can see we’re in January now. All the Christmas decorations have come down. Save for the Christmas tree. Mam says she’ll take that down tomorrow, in time for Twelfth Night, or whatever you want to call it. She had to go to the doctor again today, and she wasn’t sure whether she’d have to look after her eye for a few days, so she got the tinsel and things like that down early. She warned us last night that she might not have time to cuddle us properly today, but she’ll give us breakfast before she leaves. Which is a few minutes after I post this. So she hasn’t cuddled us, but we’re getting breakfast. Good priorities, Mam.
I hope you had a happy new year celebration, and made lots of resolutions that you’ve already broken. We had a nice time with Mam, until the fireworks started. Well, they started about six, and went on till well after midnight. Then Mam went to bed and another lot started. But we’re all used to them now. They aren’t as loud as the hairdryer Mam used on Biggles!
That’s it for now, see you next time.