Hello, Ludo here again, because I have to correct myself from last week. That wasn’t our last week of mourning, this week is. And we have seven weeks of mourning, as laid down in the annals of time, to honour the departed. It’s a long time, but at the start we miss them a lot, and by the end we’ve moved into our new herd dynamics and know those who have gone are having fun together over the Rainbow Bridge.

So at the weekend, this blog will lose its sad appearance and get ready for Easter.

Mummy has been getting ready for something very special this week. She’s set up two cages in the summerhouse so that Pippin and I can spend the days in relative comfort if we can’t go out on the grass. Then late afternoon we will come back indoors to our runs. Mummy has explained it all very clearly, but Pippin doesn’t understand. He just shrugs and says ‘whatever.’ It’s something I find irritating, but I suppose that’s youngsters for you. Although he’s not a youngster really, as he’s three. And a quarter, because we know his birth date. We don’t know my birth date, but Mummy says the officially, now we are six. That’s quite elderly.

I don’t feel elderly. We’ve been out on the grass every day last week, and Mummy moved the runs twice, so we must have been doing a good job of cutting her grass for her.

She says we’ve got to put up with a lot of noise for the next few weeks, because she’s having a new kitchen. Some weeks will be noisier than others. The first week will probably be worst, and the third or fourth weeks when they’ll be doing drilling. But we’ll be in the summerhouse, so it shouldn’t be too bad. Mummy’s been emptying all the cupboards for the last two or three weeks. I hope it won’t take her that long to put it all back. Seems like a lot of trouble to me. What was wrong with the old one?

Oh, apparently half the things didn’t work, or not properly, and she needed some things changed to help her wrists. That’s okay then. And there’s going to be a special guinea pig care station. It’s all designed. We just have a space on the work surface now. I’ll see if we can get a picture when it’s finished. In May!

May? I hope Mummy’s worked out how to keep our food fresh without a kitchen for a month!

Well, I suppose we can always eat grass.

till next time

Ludo xxx