Grass; such an interesting topic

Way-aye, Roscoe here again.

Mam’s been picking grass for us most days. Biggles has got so used to it that he gives out a big wheek when it’s the right sort of time. Mam comes along and asks us what’s wrong, and we all wheek at her and she realises. She’s good like that.

She’s been going into the garden and picking grass for us. There are different types, we can tell. There’s thick, lush grass which sounds like it’s from the wet and sunny part at the bottom. We haven’t been down there yet. Mam says there are buttercups and daisies and she doesnt think we can go down, but we’d be her easiest way of keeping the grass under control. We don’t eat daisies and buttercups, Mam, they’re bad for us. Just send us down there and we’ll do the job.

Then there’s some thinner grass which I reckon has been growing in the shade. That’s probably from the side of the bank going down the little hill. It’s very tasty, and is the one most likely to have dandelions in it.

Then there’s a little smidgin of our new grass, whch Mam gave us yesterday. It’s short and tough at the moment, but I reckon when it settles in, it’ll be fine.

Mam says it might be warm enough for us to go out this week. She’s not supposed to walk on the new grass till after Easter, and that’s this coming weekend. But she reckons she could put down a mat and stand on that to put our runs out.

She’s clever, you know, our Mam. She works out ways to do things. She even managed to hook the washing machine up to everything yesterday. She spent the whole afternoon doing washing. The machine is still in the middle of the kitchen. She’s still thinking about it.

See what happens this week. Bertie will tell all next Monday. He gets all the fun jobs. He’s put together a group of our posts to tell the saga of our move from Norfolk to Hampshire. I wrote half of it, mind.

Bye for now

Roscoe xxxx

What a week that was!

Phew! Roscoe here, still in our cage in Hampshire but in a new room. It’s the room with the big glass doors that Mam’s shown us in the past.

Monday Liam and another chap came to do the floor like Bertie told you. The noise was really bad, with horrible screaming noises and banging and all. But Mam sat with us and explained everything so we just hid in our tunnels and snugglesacks and ignored it as best we could.

Then Tuesday Liam was back, and made the screaming noises outside. Mam said it was the sound of a machine called a saw. I thought it was sore but Mam put me straight. Then every now and then there would be this huge bang, which had to be done around the edges of the new floor. Some of it was just the other side of the wall from me. You never knew when it was going to happen. I’m never going to complain about fireworks again. And Mam had to leave us with all this going on!

Wednesday was real quiet. Liam had to do something quiet and slightly smelly around the edges again, but we were able to rest okay, and eat the extra food Mam had hidden under our massive hay pile. It wasn’t as massive as it had been, so we could find it easily. I believe Biggles ate his the previous night.

Thursday another man came, and he put a ladder in the middle of our room to put the light back, because the man who had changed the ceiling had left it off. I don’t remember seeing this light before. I’m sure it’s not the right one, but Mam seemed happy when she saw it. He also changed the lights on the wall, which meant he had to lean right over our cage! But it all got done and he went away, and then an hour or so later Mam came back.

I have to say, Mam looked very tired. She gave us more food, including some yummy leaves and grass from our Norfolk garden, and said she’d clean us out in the morning. She sat there for quite a long time, just looking at us, so I looked back and we had a chat. It sounded like she’d had a bad day, but the drive back was easy because not many people were on the road. And her furniture was on the way here, and at one time earlier in the week she was afraid it would all be cancelled, or even worse, she’d be made to stay in Norfolk so as not to spread the virus. But none of that happened and the move was nearly done.

Friday it got done. Mam put us in our travel boxes after breakfast, but instead of us going in the car we went in the bathroom. We could hear some more men came, and they went in and out past our room for hours. When they’d gone, Mam put us back in our cages, but they’d moved!

We are now in the back room, like I said. It was a bit cool on Friday and Saturday in there, but yesterday Mam moved all the boxes around, and put our cages up on bricks (whatever they are) and put the heating on. It’s in the floor. We rather like it. It’s not as warm as it was in the holiday cottage, but the room is a nice steady temperature.

So there you have it. We are now officially Hampshire pigs. And Mam still looks tired, and there are boxes everywhere, and her desk is in pieces, which she’s upset about, because it wasn’t supposed to happen, but if someone comes to help her she can put it back together. You can tell she told us that, can’t you. No, I don’t understand either.

I hope next week is quieter. Apparently everybody has to stay home so we won’t have any more visitors for a while, not even the nice man who did the ceiling. He’s going to do some walls for us, but it will be much later than Mam had hoped.

But everything’s here and we’re all safe and sound. And Mam doesn’t have to go away at all for ages.

So I think that’s our happy ending, and I have no idea what we’ll have to blog about in future. Come back and find out, won’t you?
And thank you Auntie Noelle and Tori, and Mollie as well, for supporting us through this. You’ve been great.

love

Roscoe xxxx

four sleepy boys

It’s all coming together, apparently

Way-aye, Roscoe here again.

We’ve been in Hampshire for over a week now, I lose track a bit. Mam says we’ll be moving into our permanent room in a few days. She was going to finish painting over the wallpaper of the room we’re in yetserday, but realised that she didnt have to do it while we were here, she could wait till later in the week.

That was very considerate of her. Painting is what she was doing to those green leaves. She wasn’t taking them off and putting them in a pot, she was putting paint on her brush from the pot, and putting the paint over the green squiggles to hide them. I got it all round the wrong way! Anyway, she’ll finish painting the whole wall the same colour. She did the one behind our cages before we came down last, so we didn’t have to cope with the smell. Judging from her painting over the squiggles, it isn\t a bad smell, but, yes, I’d rather not.

There’ll be some plastering and painting to be done in our room, but hopefully it won’t last long, and it’s only one wall.

The furniture’s arriving at the end of next week. Then Mam will have to reconstruct our run so she says. So we’ll be in cages a while more. That’s fine by me, the cages are just as nice. Bertie’s not so keen, but he’s in the small cage. Mam gives him extra floor time to make up for it.

So it’s all going well, sort of, and we like it here. I think Mam does too. But she’ll be pleased when the furniture’s here and she has finished unpacking boxes of stuff that goes in it.

four sleepy boys

She asked us if we wanted to go on holiday with her for a rest after it’s all finished.

No, I’ll just stay here resting, thank you very much.

See you next time

Roscoe

PS I should comment about the new hay we had last night. It came from a huge bag, which Mam says doesn’t fit in any of the cupboards. It comes from a place called Devon, and its very yummy. Of course, our own Norfolk hay is very yummy too, but we’ve only got one more bag of that left.

Roscoe rests after his run

Lots of visitors

Way-aye, Roscoe here again.

We had lots of visitors this week just gone. Mam had gone out, as Bertie told you. She came back on Friday. She told us all about it, the banging, the noises, and the foot through the ceiling that would have terrified us. Not to mention that half of it fell into Bertie’s cage!

We knew Auntie Claire was coming on Tuesday, because Mam told us (even if Bertie wasn’t listening). We didn’t know that Auntie Teisha was coming, though. So she came on Monday, Auntie Claire came Tuesday and Wednesday or was it Thursday, then Mam came home.

Then Saturday both Auntie Teisha and Auntie Claire came, one after the other. We got well cucumbered that day! Auntie Claire sat in our room and chatted to us and Mam for a while. I enjoyed the sound of their voices, really relaxing, so I fell asleep.

Mam went out again on Sunday afternoon (yesterday) but she’s coming back today. She said she had to be there for the electrician.

It’s all very complicated, isn’t it.

But – exciting news – she says our room should be finished on Thursday afternoon, so she’s probably going to take us with her this time.

I hope we have photos for next week. Watch this space as they say.

Bye for now

Roscoe xx

Neville and Roscoe settle in

Run or Cage? That is my question

Way-aye, Roscoe here again, ‘here’ being Norfolk.

Once upon a time, we lived downstairs in the kitchen bit, in our nice big cage. I think Biggles had his cage next door, and Bertie was upstairs with Midge and Percy. Then after Midge and Percy went over the Rainbow Bridge, we all moved upstairs to the run.

You’ve seen pictures of the run, so you know how it is. You’ve seen pictures of the cages too. They’re pretty much the same size as the run, well mine and Nev’s, at any rate.

Down in Hampshire, we now have the cages. Ours is in the middle, Biggles is alongside our short end one side, and Bertie is the other end, and their cages stick out a bit. Mam says that’s more or less the layout for when we move into our room there, the ‘office’.

You know, I like being in the cage. It’s nice and bright, and there’s a bit of privacy with the sides. Bertie’s been getting a lot of exercise standing up and looking at us. It’s much better than him biting the bars all the time.

Mam would like Biggles to stand up and look in too. He’s quite capable of it, because he stands up at the side when Mam brings us cucumber.

But I think the plan is for us to have the runs rebuilt all on one level in the same plan as the cages. Mam says it’ll be better for her back.

So that’s my question really. Cages or runs? They both seem good to me. But given the choice, which would you pick?

See you next time, when we’ll be back in Hampshire. Mam’s warned us there’ll be some banging next time, but she might take us out for a drive if it’s really bad.

Bye for now,

Roscoe xxxx

All By Myself… again

Way-aye, Roscoe here again.

That Bertie told you the news last week: I’m all by myself again.

To tell the truth, it’s not bad. I can sit beside Neville’s run, and chew on the bars a bit if I want a chat. Most times he comes over. Sometimes he doesn’t. Sometimes he comes and sits by the bars when I’m doing something else, so if I’m too busy I ignore him.

I noticed yesterday, no Saturday, he and Biggles got a clean underpad. Normally we get an underpad and new fleece at the same time, about every five days, although Mam does change those disposable pads more often. I wonder if Mam’s realised that it’s Neville who’s been weeing a lot, not me. I know she took us both to see Dr Sally after Christmas, because she was worried one of us had something the matter, but Dr Sally couldn’t see anything obvious. I quite like seeing Dr Sally. After she’s had a good feel of my tummy, which is a bit uncomfortable sometimes, she gives me a cuddle, which makes up for it.

So anyway, Mam’s worked out what needs doing, my feet are getting better because I keep my fleece drier, and Biggles and Neville are getting to stay drier with the extra pad change.

Bertie’s his usual self. Although Mam’s a bit disappointed with him, as he’s taken to nipping her cheek when he’s on her shoulder at cucumber time, if he wants more or wants to go for a run. She told him off severely yesterday. A lot of good that’ll do, Mam!

We’re waiting to find out if we’re going to Hampshire next weekend. Mam wants to go, but if she’s going for a few nights she’ll take us with her and have a little holiday too. Or do some decorating. She says the wifi should be working on Saturday, so we might be able to blog.

Bertie was all worried we wouldn’t be able to blog and remind you it’s his birthday the following Friday. Biggles and Bertie will be THREE years old. Doesn’t time fly? Mam thinks I’m five now, and Neville four, but Neville might be the same as me, she doesn’t know. Neither do I, I never thought age was important.

Anyway, Mam says we’ll be back here for a birthday party that weekend, so there’ll be pictures next time I blog 🙂

See you then, have a good week. January is nearly over, and the afternoons stay lighter longer. Mam didn’t put our light on till 4 pm yesterday!

Roscoe

xxx