Way-aye, Roscoe here again. Was it noisy where you are? It was noisy here. Fireworks at night, Thursday, Friday and Saturday. No idea why. Mam was watching the guys sliding down hills all day, every day (well, mostly). The man telling us who was who and how far they'd gone. It was all a bit …
Way-aye, Roscoe here. I was going to tell you how much cheek I thought Mam had, saying she loved the way I ate my cucumber. I was going to tell you about how she eats something called an icecream. But that has been overtaken by events yesterday afternoon. We were cruelly and outrageously ripped from …
Hello! I'm Bertie and I'm a guinea pig. We're blogging from A to Z once a week, because we have other important things to do, like have Breakfast. We sometimes have Baths, too. We eat Broccoli and Beans, and sometimes Basil. When Mummy's bean plants are finished beaning , we get the leaves to eat, …
Way-aye, it's me, Roscoe. Mam's been saying she'd give us a bath and the other day she did it. It's not fair, really, since it's only a few months since our last one. I don't think Bertie and Biggles have had one since we've been here! (Mam just said they'd be having their's this week, …
Way-aye. Roscoe here, and I'm all sparkling clean. Mam took me and Neville downstairs on Friday afternoon to have a bath. She'd been threatening Neville with a bath for a week or two. I don't know why I had to have one too, but there you go. Nev had his hair cut as well. About …
Mummy took our run panels down at the weekend, even though it was sunny outside. She said it was just too wet for us, due to the heavy dew, and lack of sun on the grass. I know what she means: the last few times there's been sun in the sky but not shining where …
