Hello everyone. Biggles here, writing on Friday.
We’re going on holiday this afternoon, and Mummy says the cottage we’re going to hasn’t got wifi. That means we won’t be able to blog while we’re there. So I’m doing it in advance so it turns up as usual on Monday morning.
But I’m not feeling at all well today, and I hope the journey isn’t very long. Or at least that I sleep through it. Mummy says it shouldn’t take more than ninety minutes, which is a little more than to the vet and back again, but not much.
She had to go to the vet for more meds for me yesterday. I’m taking even more meds than last time.
I’m not feeling well. I felt all wobbly after cuddle time, and wobbled into the room to have a rest. Then Locksley started worrying about me, and telling me how much he loved me. Yes, Locksley, thank you, but go away. I was too tired to even tell him, so he just cuddled me till he’d had enough.
I seem to be hearing voices from a long way away. Not next door, where the banging noises aren’t too bad. Not like they were when we had a new fire fitted in March. Mummy’s cross with them because there’s a lot of white stuff floating around the garden and getting stuck in the grass. She calls it polly-st-irene. She gets the vacuum cleaner out to go over all our grass and clear it all away before she puts us out. It takes ages. I don’t think I’d try eating it. But you never know about Locksley and Ludo.
No, these voices seem to be down a tunnel somewhere. It almost sounds like Roscoe and Neville. Maybe they are somewhere not very close, but ready to be with me if I need them. That’s a comfort. I’d like to see them again.
Mummy says there’s nice grass at our cottage. I hope so. It’s all I fancy eating, really. That and the nice wildflower leaves like yarrow and dandelion and clover. And the sea is not far away, only five minutes walk. That sounds good too. I wonder if we’ll go to the beach?
Ludo will be back to tell you all about it next week.
Lots of love