We’re being decorated, partially

Way-aye, Roscoe here again.

I know I was going to tell you about Mam and her icecream, but I have more interesting news this week.

Our room is being decorated!

One of Mam’s other rooms is also being decorated. The man who came to fix Mam’s ceiling when we were in the front room has come back again, this time to make the middle room all beautiful. And while he was here he did the same to our back wall.

Mam spent all evening Monday and all day Tuesday moving boxes from the middle room and the shelves in our room. Some went into the summerhouse at the back, but most went into the living room. Wednesday morning we could hardly get in it for our cuddle! Mind you, also on Wednesday, Mam overslept, and was in the shower when the man came! She let him in, then went back to get dry, and dressed. That day we had our cuddles very late, but we still got them.

Thursday and Friday the man came again, but Mam had to go out with her car on Friday, so she was even earlier and didnt get time to cuddle us properly. We only had two pieces of cucumber and then we were on the floor for our run. And ten minutes later we were back in our houses, which she’d cleaned already.

Only Biggles went into the other run, Bertie’s one, which has been empty of course. Mam and the man moved the shelves out of our room into the one he’d been working on, and then he started working on our wall, turning it from white to dark brown. Then it dried a bit, and it’s light brown now. Mam came and looked at it when she got back with the car and said it was fine. I hope it’s not staying that colour, Mam?

Our back wall, all smoothed and dark

No, it’s not. It’s just drying out, then the man will be back this coming week to give it some undercoats, and she’ll finish painting it next weekend. She says she hopes we’ll like the colour, but it’ll mostly be hidden by the things on the shelves anyway.

And when she finishes painting the other room, the house will be finished!

Except for the repairs to the roof hips. And putting her desk back together. And the new oven to replace the one that doesn’t work.

But all the decorating will be done and Mam can unpack all the rest of the boxes, and anything that she doesn’t have room for wlll be stored in the summer house. Or get thrown out!

That’ll be good. I’ve noticed that Mam gets anxious when she’s surrounded by boxes. She’s been anxious all week. It’s not good for her.

And when the room’s all finished, she’ll be able to ask the lady at the rescue to do her checks so we can have some new friends here. Apparently, there’s one pair of ginger Abys (Elvis and Stevie); a pair with a long-hair and a short-hair ginger (Chas and Dave); and one with a long-hair ginger and a tricolour (Ginger and Guinea). And if the gingers aren’t right for us there’s a pair of black and white boys (Dennis and Franklin) who nobody seems to want. Mam’s had a lot of black and white boys. I get the impression she’d prefer ginger. You can see pictures of all of these except the ginger Abys on the lower part of this page link.

See you next week, maybe with an answer!

love

Roscoe xxx

Bertie curled up on his hay

Mummy says funny things sometimes

Hello!  Bertie here again.

Mummy says funny things sometimes.  I don’t really understand what she means.  Yesterday she told me at cuddle time we were going to be going on a long journey.  Longer even than going to the vet.  We’d be in our boxes for a long time, although she hoped we’d be able to come out for a break somewhere along the road.

What’s a road?

Anyway, she said not to worry about it, she explain more when the time came.  But we’re going to be in the holiday cages for a week.  I’ll be in one, Roscoe and Neville in another, and Biggles in his box opening out into a run.  That means Biggles is going in the box which used to be Colman and Kevin’s, the one with the sort of panel in the front.

So it sounds like , whatever it is, Mummy’s got it all planned.  And she’s coming with us, so we’ll be fine.  And we’re coming back again.  So we can sleep easy.

But we might not blog next Monday, it depends on Mummy’s ipad.

So.  There you have it.  Does it make sense to you?  It all sounds very funny to me.

We’ll report back when we can.