Hi! Pippin here again.

Mummy’s encouraging me to use new words to describe things. I don’t know why, as the old words are completely satisfactory. Never use one word when three will do. I’d rather use one word, thank you.

Cold. Mummy was in her sweater again last week. She has more than one sweater, but we like this soft fleecy one. The heating went on as well, Wednesday or Thursday, just like the week before. And then Saturday turned nice.

Warm. Mummy went to her book fair and when she came back we all went out in the garden. We didn’t come in till gone nine o’clock, but it wasn’t dark. It’s that time of year when Mummy can go out to do a bird survey at 5 in the morning and she needs her sunglasses. We should make the most of it, apparently. Next weekend is the longest day, or shortest night, however you want to look at it. That’s why we stayed out in the garden till late last night, too.

Garden. I like being out in the garden. I would like it more if we all ran around together. Mummy promised that R&R would be in the covered run when she got them from the Rescue. It’s too small for three of us. And funny, because my run is big enough for three with room to spare.

I am cautiously optimistic that we’ll spend more time in the garden this week. And if we don’t, then Reggie and I will enjoy our morning time in the hay box until Ronnie comes to join us.

Hay. We ran short of hay this week. Then more came on Tuesday, then again on Saturday when Mummy was out. But nobody stole it from the doorstep. Mummy is cautiously optimistic that we’ll have enough till the new harvest is in. I think it would be best to get some more in, just in case, Mummy!

See you next week!

love

Pippin xxx