Hello, Bertie here.
It seems likes Roscoe’s request for grass didn’t quite work, but we did get rain. Mummy says it was Friday night mostly. But we did get some yesterday too. It’s been cooler, but nice. Also cloudy.
Friday evening Mummy told us to be prepared for fireworks in the sky, and they started around sunset time. They were a bit quiet to start with, then they got louder and flashier. Then the rain started. It was very windy too. I wasn’t frightened, even when the lights went out, because I was hiding in my tunnel. Biggles was hiding in his hay. Neville was hiding in his tunnel and Roscoe was looking calm and sophisticated in his blue sack. I don’t know how he always manages to look calm and sophisticated when he’s lying down. It’s just that superior look he gives, down his nose. Mummy wasn’t in any tunnels or sacks as far as I could tell. She was in the living room where we get our cuddles. I think she was watching the picture box when the light was on, and walking around lighting candles when it went out. It came back on again, though, and she went back to her picture box. She took some pictures out of the front door, too.
She went out in the rain at one point and we could hear her moving water about. She poured some into the barrel by the door and I think the rest went into the barrel at the other end of the patio. She had buckets out to catch more rain.
On Saturday it was nice, and we went out for a short time in the garden, but it was very windy and we each went back to our tents for shelter. Roscoe and Neville even sat in their tent together. Mummy soon got the message and brought us back indoors. There’s no grass out there. Mummy says it will start growing again if we get a little more gentle rain and not too much hot weather.
Yesterday there was a little more rain and lots of wind, and we didn’t go out. Mummy says it’s going to be hot hot hot again in a couple of days, so I think we’re still without grass. But the herbs have picked up, and we had nice pickings of oregano for breakfast.
I hope you are having enough grass, enough rain and enough sun, but Auntie Dawn has too much and Auntie Noelle has too little, and it sounds like Joshua is somewhere in the middle. Good luck, everybody.
PS It was Hugo’s day yesterday. Seven years since he died. Mummy says he’s in her new story. It’s his picture at the top of the page today.
PPS Mummy says to tell you all our bite marks have cleared up now. I have no idea what she’s talking about.