Hello, Biggles here again.

The Olympics are over. It’s gone very quiet in our house. Mummy was always watching something. Sometimes she was watching two different things at the same time, one on her little computer and another on the big one. Mostly it was horses, or running, jumping and throwing people, or twizzling people, and occasionally people in or on the water. I don’t think I’d mind being on the water, especially if it was hot (as long as their was a nice tent to give me plenty of shade) but I don’t want to be in it, thank you very much. My annual bath is quite enough!

The weather’s gone cool and showery, and this morning it’s gone bang crash again. Mummy keeps saying she needs to do things in the garden. She nips out for about half an hour then dashes back in again, but I think she’s usually finishing little jobs. She says she’s not getting much done with the bigger ones, though.

I’m the only one here who loves beans. I’m in heaven! It’s a bean feast at the moment. Mummy has two types of beans growing, green ones on low bushes, and purple ones on tall bushes. They taste almost as nice as each other, but I slightly prefer the purple ones. They are all called French beans, I don’t know why, so please don’t ask me. Mummy gives us all the ends when she cooks them for herself, and then next day I get the ones Victor and Locksley leave. Ludo has started to eat his, but Mummy gives only me whole ones, unless she has masses.

Locksley is funny. If Victor doesn’t eat something, he won’t eat it either. He watches me eating things up that he leaves, and you’d think he’d at least give them a try, but no.

Anyway, we’ve a couple of things happening this week.

Tomorrow we come out of mourning for Roscoe. We still miss him very much, but there’s a time to move on, and I think we’re also getting used to not having him here.

On a happier note, Thursday is Locksley’s first birthday! We hope the weather’s going to be good enough to have a birthday party outside. We just don’t know what Ludo’s going to do. Is he going to come to the party? Is he going to have a piece of cake on his own? Wait and see!

Love

Biggles xxxx