Hello, Biggles here. I don't know what to say, really. I miss Neville. Locksley misses Neville. I don't know what Ludo thinks, but maybe he'll tell you next week. I like what Mummy said about Neville cuddling her, lying along her arm like usual and being stroked by her, and then later she realised he …
Hello, Biggles here. We're all safely home from our trip to the Peak District. It's a National Park in the middle of England that has lots of hills and moorland, and rock outcrops and caves. And farms and woods and stately homes and other places of interest. Mummy told us where she went every day …
Hello, Biggles here again. The weather hasn't been much good, cloudy and sometimes wet, so Mummy cleared away our runs early last week. She hunted all around the house for the bag the little run panels live in, because she'll take them on our holiday. And then on Wednesday I think it was, the day …
Hello, Biggles here again. I know, you were sort of expecting Ludo to start blogging. So was I. No, it was his turn to give Mummy a fright this week. She took him to the vet on Tuesday evening, after she walked in to say hello and found him in a corner looking miserable. He …
Hello, Biggles here. We had our last garden party for the year on Thursday, according to Mummy. Most things I tell you here have to have 'according to Mummy' added to them, but I often don't say it. Mummy checks her tablet thing most mornings to tell me what the weather's going to do, and …
Hello, Biggles here. Last week I left you with a coathanger, only halfway through the morning. Well after we have our breakfast and some hay, and all that, we have a snooze, and that takes us through to our lunchtime nibble which is followed by a snooze. By this time Ludo has finished all his …
George's Guinea Pig World 