Hi! Pippin here, asking the question that most of us in the UK are asking.

Why is the weather so rotten? It’s been wet and windy, windy and windy, and cold and damp. It was just about warm enough for us to eat grass for twenty minutes on Friday, but Mummy got very cold even with her thick sweater she wore all the time on holiday.

Then she did books on Saturday, which was wet and cool, and when she came home she said something about 16, and put the heating on. It’s just comfortable now, not too warm, but not cold.

She sold one of the guinea pig stories, the Roscoe and Neville one, to a little girl who came round with her aunties very late, when everyone was packing up to go home. But Mummy stopped to talk to her, and tell her about us, because she had three guinea pigs too. One is called Pickle. Mummy calls me Pickle sometimes, I don’t know why. Anyway, Mummy was late home, but happy she’d sold a book.

She’s going to a new place called Hungerford next Saturday. She hopes she finds the venue and car parking all right. So do I. And I hope she finds her car afterwards so she can give us our supper.

And I hope the weather gets better, just a little.

We had carrot tops for tea today. The shop delivery came early. Yummy.

See you next week,

love Pippin xxx