We’re all exhausted!

Way-aye, Roscoe here, as usual.

Sorry about the late start today. We had an exhausting day yesterday.

It was Mam’s birthday. so of course we had to celebrate it with her. This wasn’t easy because several other people came over during the day, and they mostly sat in the garden, keeping two people-distances apart, chatting and having tea and sandwiches. Then when the kids arrived, we had to go out and see them too.

It wasn’t too bad. Seren decided not to have jelly and icecream that Mam had made, but she wanted to pet me. Well, she’s a bit heavy handed at the moment. At one stage Mam showed her how by stroking her hair, then she was much better.

She also fed us grass, but kept taking it away again. I think she thought I’d bite her finger. I wouldn’t do that, only if I didn’t know where her finger was. And when she moves it, that might happen. Mam noticed and suggested she hold it out flat on her hand and let me eat it, ‘like with horses’ Mam said. Well, if that’s what horses do, it works for us, too.

Anyway, after everyone had gone, Mam let us stay out on the grass for a bit longer, while she had a nap. It was quite a long nap, but we forgave her, and we were fine in our run, tents and tunnels. The grass was nice, too.

Roscoe on the grass

Then Mam spent quite a long time on the computer talking to Auntie Sophie, who sent her some pictures of lovely looking chaps. Bit too much competition for me, I think, but the Sheltie and his mate the ginger one with the white hat looked nice. Mind you, the pink-eyed whites looked nice as well. Auntie Sophie said they were very clever. More competition.

But Mam eventually decided that it really was too much for her to drive up and back in one day, and to do it by train means going through London, and that’s an avirus place, so she’s not going there. And even more important, she really wants to get to know the guinea pig people near here, so she has her ‘support group’ whatever that is. So she’s going to email them again to see how things stand.

It would be nice to get that other run filled with some new friends. Then again, we can’t go on holiday to a cottage somewhere once there’s more than four of us. Although… Mam did used to say ‘more than two cages worth,’ and we’ve been in three for ages. Maybe she’ll change her mind.

So that’s this week’s news, and an explanation of why I’m late posting. Oh, I didn’t really explain that, did I? Yes, couldn’t get on the machine last night, because Mam was talking to Auntie Sophie, and this morning… well, we’re all still exhausted.

See you next week

love

Roscoe xxx

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

Bertie crossed to the top run

Mummy hasn’t come home!

Bertie here, in our house in Norfolk.

Mummy went out in the car as the storm ended yesterday, and she hasn’t come home!

She gave us lots of food and hay and stuff before she left. Roscoe says she had it all planned, wasn’t I listening? But I don’t remember her saying anything about staying out all night.

Roscoe says that Auntie Claire will come in on Tuesday with more food and we’ve got to be extra nice to her. She’s not been feeling well, but she’s still coming to look after us. That’s very nice of her.

But I thought we were going to go to Hampshire and have banging on the roof.

Roscoe sighs. ‘But the people are doing the floor as well and there will be machines and scraping and whining and probably dust and smells as well. Oh, and wood breaking noises.’

How does he know all this?

‘I pay attention to what Mam says,’ he says.

Well, I do too. I didn’t hear her say all this. If she told Roscoe during morning cuddles, then maybe that’s why. I was so busy having my grease gland cleaned and dried that I didn’t have time to listen to what Mummy was saying.

Well, as long as she’s safe in Hampshire. We’re safe here. And Auntie Claire is coming with more food.

We’ll be fine.

Love

Bertie xxx

We had a lovely holiday – and now it’s Christmas!

Hello everybody!  Bertie here!

We got back from our holiday the other day, after a long drive in our boxes, but not as long as it had on the way to get to our holiday.  Mummy didn’t go round in circles, for one thing.  Well, not as many, anyway.

I sort of enjoyed the holiday because I had a nice peaceful time and I could look out of the window.  It rained every other day.  Mummy went out every day, but sometimes she came in when it was still light.  Sometimes she went out to have a walk, and then she came back and went out in the evening.  So, yes, Auntie Dawn, I think she saw some feathery things but she was all excited about something on the grass near the sheep on the first day that she said were red wings.

We didn’t go out on the grass because it was too wet, but we did have a nice run on the floor of the cottage.  The floor was very nice because it had underfloor heating, but it was nice, not too hot.

We also had visitors.  Auntie Cathy and Uncle Phill came one day and then they went out, but they still had time to cuddle us.  The next day Auntie Teresa and Sam and Dani came.  If Mummy is Cathy and Teresa’s auntie, does that make us their cousins?  Dani is the person who does Mummy’s cover illustrations.  I liked her a lot.

I think you saw our setup from Roscoe’s message last week, so I won’t put a lot more photos up of that.

We’re getting ready for Christmas now.  Mummy says that’s tomorrow.  We had our photos taken under the Christmas tree, which has some presents under it.  There weren’t any for us, though.  Mummy says ours will arrive tonight, along, possibly, with some more for her from Santa.  I hope she doesn’t get any more guinea pigs, though.  We haven’t enough room for them if we go on holiday.

I hope you have a lovely Christmas with lots of presents.  I’m hoping for something edible.  I think we all are.  Mummy says she’s putting us all on a diet, though.  Including herself.  Well, if you must go out for meals with your friends and family every night for a week, Mummy….

Merry Christmas, everybody! (waves)

love

Bertie xxxx

neville and roscoe

Move along, please, nothing new here

Way-aye, it’s me, Roscoe again.  It was right strange last week, when our Mam went out into the snow and we didna see hide nor hair of her for days.  She told us she’d be going, and Auntie Vikki would be in to see us, but it didn’t work out like we expected, oh no.

roscoe

First off, Mam wandered round on the day she was leaving, sayin’ funny things like “there’s no buses” and “there’s no taxis”.  I wasn’t sure why she couldn’t take the car as usual, like, but there was a problem with that, apparently.  Anyway, we had loads of extra hay, and extra pellets, and extra veggies, and eventually Uncle Michael came and they both left.

This was the garden a couple of days before Mam went

Well, a couple of days came and went, and Percy sent a whistle down to ask if Auntie Vikki had been.  We’d met Auntie Vikki because she came to see us all and know who we were for our veggies while Mam was out.  But apparently all that snow outside meant Auntie Vikki couldna get here, so on Saturday Auntie Claire came instead.

That’s all well n’ good, but it was, like, me sayin “Who are you?” and everyone else divin for cover because there’s this strange lady in the house. She had snow boots on when she came, so I reckon she walked here. She wasna strange at all of course, and I watched her carefully and checked her out, and it was real food and veggies she gave us, so I said “thank you very much,” like you do.  I was very grateful to her.  Mummy says she’s very grateful to her, too.  She’s coming round this week to say hello properly and have a cuppa with me Mam.

Next day and the days after, Auntie Vikki got through, and apologised for leaving us on our own.  Percy got his meds, and we all got cleaned and cuddled.  Well, Biggles refused the cuddle, but he did get a bit braver on the next day, and came out of one of his hidey holes to say hello.

Then Mam came back and checked us all and told us what good boys we were and how wonderful Aunties Claire and Vikki had been to come and look out for us.

And we all agree with that.  Thank you very much, Auntie Claire, and Auntie Vikki, for coming through the snow to look after us, even after the snow disappeared. And for teaching me and Percy how to do selfies when Mam’s not here.

Mind you, Mam’s been making funny snorting noises ever since she got back. She didna go out to get us fresh lettuce till Saturday. Mind you, we had leaves from the garden on Friday. They’d been growing in the warm white tent all snug in the snow. So that’s what those white things do.

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