Bertie at home

Where does Mummy go?

Hello.  Bertie here.

I was told when I came upstairs that I’d see Mummy more often.

It isn’t true.  She’s here sometimes in the morning.  Then she goes somewhere and a long time later she comes back.  She often asks if we missed her.  I never reply, because I don’t know how.  I mean, no I didn’t miss her.  But she wasn’t here.  It would be nice if she was here more.  They told me I’d see more of her if I came upstairs.  But I don’t.

It’s been very warm the last few days.  We go out on the grass in the evening for an hour or two. It mostly starts out even warmer out there, but gets nice and comfortable.  Then we come back in.  Sometimes it feels warmer inside.  Sometimes it feels cooler.  Last night it was hot and sticky.  We had to remind Mummy it was cucumber time.  Then she went and got it and that cooled us down.

Percy sleeps

Even though it’s hot Percy still snoozes inside his snugglesac.  I sleep on the hay in the loft.  Midge sleeps on the hay or on top of the snuggletunnel.  It’s okay when it’s hot, but Mummy complains.

Anyway, if you know where Mummy goes, please tell me.

love,

Bertie.

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Bertie and Percy

Hello, I’m Bertie!

Hello.  This is my first post.  Percy is going through it to make it look good.  He says my spelling is atro… bad.  I’m only four months old.  I haven’t even been to school yet.

Percy says this IS school.

Oh.  Well, it’s a lot of fun.

Percy says it’s not fun for him.  I keep interrupting him.

Midge in the run

I like teasing Uncle Percy.  And Uncle Midge, but he’s more serious. He’s more likely to bop me on the nose.  I bopped him back once and he and Mummy told me off.

Uncle Percy just complains loudly.  Then Mummy turns round from this machine and asks him what’s wrong.  Then she tells me to behave.  I put on my angelic face and she turns away.

I like my uncles.  I like my Mummy too.  I don’t like my brother Biggles any more because he kept trying to attack me.  Now if I see him I try to get in first.  Mummy tries to make sure we don’t get in the same room together.

And then there’s Oscar.  Oscar’s funny.  I don’t know what to make of him.  Sometimes he seems really nice and then he growls at you and starts to snap.  I keep away from him.  I think that’s best.

I think it’s time for cucumber now, so I’ll go and get some.

Bye bye.

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