Hello Biggles here.
Well last week’s weather went on and on, until about Friday when it rained and got steamier, then in the night we hardly slept at all because the thunderstorm was right overhead, banging and crashing. Mummy woke up and made herself a drink, and told us everything was alright. Then she went back to bed and so did we.
And she was right.
Nothing else happened except some rain. And some more rain at the weekend. It was much cooler, and rained a lot, but Sunday afternoon she tried putting me outside in the run, and Locksley came too. Neville didn’t want to come, and she said it’s only for half an hour or so, so we just ran around a bit. We did a lot of chasing, too. I can’t say it’s entirely good tempered yet, at least on my part, but maybe I should treat it as a game and stop fussing when he irritates me.
Mummy put up the old hammock for him in the corner of their run. She says he needs more exercise and mental stimulation. Well, even though she lifted him up and sat him on it, to show him what to do he still hasnt sat in it of his own accord. But I suppose it’s only been there since Saturday, so we can forgive him for being slow on the uptake. Oh – look, Mummy’s found a photo of me with it when I was very little. I don’t remember jumping in it, though. And it was much easier to fix up in the cage. Easier than the run panels.
Oh, and Mummy says the water came up over her shoes again when she went down the bottom of the garden yesterday. She’s only got half the things she wanted to do down there done.
But the second batch of hay is all nice and dry and in the summerhouse for more drying under cover.
So we won’t starve in the winter. That’s good. And for now we’ve got lots of lovely veg coming in from the garden for breakfast. I must get Mummy to take pictures of it for you.
Hope you’re okay and didn’t have too much thunder and lightning and rain.