Hello, everyone, Bertie here. I hope you all survived the first few days of the new year okay.
We started on some yummy new hay that Auntie Doris and Uncle Bob brought when they visited. We don’t understand why we haven’t had it before, because it comes from Norfolk Pastures, who do our normal hay. Mummy doesn’t know either. She says our Corn Store doesn’t stock it, and she’ll ask Mr Ken why.
Typical, isn’t it, to find a yummy new local product just when we’re about to leave.
We don’t know when that will happen. Mummy is going to visit without us in the next two weeks, just for two nights each time. She says she’s going to take our big cages down in the car with her so that we can live in those when the time comes for everything to be packed up. She’s also taking the Christmas decorations, which she packed away last night. She said she might as well put them in the cupboard in the new house as put them in the cupboard here. Doesn’t that apply to everything, Mummy?
I did like the Christmas tree. It was very pretty, with twinkly lights, and pictures of all us George’s Guinea Pig World piggies hanging from the branches. There were also gold and red balls, sparkly birds, a llama made out of reed, a metal reindeer, a wooden map of Iceland, several pretty bells, and some tinsel which is all glittery like snow.
But it’s gone now (sigh).
I don’t know what we’re going to do for the rest of January. Nothing much, I think. Just eat our hay and pellets and dream of grass in the sunshine somewhere, sometime.
Hello, Bertie here! We’re both going to blog today because it’s an exciting story.
Aye, and it’s Christmas this week too.
Two more sleeps. Well, two for mummy, about fifteen for us.
Aye, I reckon you’ve got that right, Bertie.
But first – a report on our missing week. We were in Hampshire, but not the place we’ve been before.
Aye, you knew that, eh – but you didn’t know that Mam’s bought a new house, did you? Well, she has, and we stayed in it for about a week.
We had our holiday cages and runs on the floor in what Mummy calls the living room. It’s got fawn coloured carpet with brown flecks in it, and one day Mummy came in with mud on her shoes when she gave us some things she’d found in the garden—
Not much, she said there wasn’t much to eat in the garden, not even dandelions.
Biggles like the new grass
Bertie eats fresh leaves
Neville and Roscoe tuck in
— yes, not much except grass, but she left mud on the carpet, and when she wooshed it up, she couldn’t see the marks in amongst the brown specks. She called it a magic carpet.
That’s not all she wooshed. The second afternoon she came back from Auntie Anne’s with a big blue bag. It all unfolded on the floor next to us, then she wooshed it for ages, and it turned into a big bed for her. She’d been sleeping on cushions before. And you know, I didn’t realise, but she sleeps in a red snugglesac. It’s a bit longer than ours, and she sort of backs into it with her feet first, instead of walking in and turning round—
I don’t think it was wide enough to turn around in.
— and she lies down and goes to sleep in it. For most of the night.
And a bit more. She hasn’t been waking up till it’s already light. Mind you it’s not very light in the mornings because it keeps raining.
And yesterday was the winter solstice, so the nights start getting a bit shorter again.
Have you said about our adventure with the tunnels yet?
No, I haven’t had time with you interrupting, like. Mam put our blue tunnel in the kitchen for our morning run. The kitchen is a good bit smaller than our one here (we’re back in Norfolk now) and the third day she put our tunnels so they led from the kitchen to the living room. Well, Bertie and I weren’t going to let a chance like that go by, were we?
No we weren’t.
So we went through the tunnels, making sure Mam meant for us to do it, and she was watching us and encouraging us, so we went right ahead.
We did. It was fun.
Bertie wonders where Roscoe went
Then we did the same the next day.
And you said we could the one after, but Mummy didn’t put the tunnels down, and you went anyway, and came back again to report.
It was grand. I reckon there’s a whole house to explore when we next go down there.
It’s a long way though.
Ach, it’s fine if you go to sleep.
I do. And I hide under my bed, too.
I hide under Neville’s coat.
Do you think we’re going back again?
Not before Christmas. And I think Mam said something about getting a small van for a sofabed and our big cages, just for a trip down and back the next day.
She left things there, you know. Including the cushions.
Yes, but I think the bed’s still there for her. Auntie Anne came with the mini-aunties to meet us, but she didn’t take it away with her.
She took the mini-aunties though. They were nice, I liked them.
Ah, right, they were okay. You can never really trust little hands until you get to know them, though, and sometimes even then.
You don’t like mini-aunties?
I liked them well enough. Nev and me have bad memories of mini-aunties. I’ll just wait a little to get to know them.
They really liked me. And Biggles too. He did his best impression of a teddy bear for them.
He does do that well.
And we saw Auntie Teresa again, and her man, Uncle Lee. Dani was too busy though.
I wonder if it’ll always be that busy when we go and live there.
Is that what’s going to happen?
Yes, Mummy said so. She wants to get our room sorted out first; there’ll be some banging when they change the window into a door and change the floor or something, I think that’s what she said.
It all sounds very complicated.
Well, you know Mam.
Yes, I know Mummy. I wonder when we’re going again?
Way-aye, Roscoe here. I’m keeping up our attempt to blog from A to Z once a week this year. We started on April 1st, and after seeing the A to Z’s tenth anniversary announcement, we realised it’s our tenth anniversary too. So watch out for fun at the beginning of May.
Today I’m talking C.
There’s one BIG C that we immediately think of. Not celery, although that’s nice. Celeriac is good too. Corn is a bit fancy, and it’s also fattening so Mam isn’t giving us that these days as we’re doing the D word.
Before I talk about the C food, I’ll mention Cuddles, which we get every day and we like a lot. I don’t much like the bit when Mummy checks us over and trims our toes, but I like the cuddle after, as long as it doesn’t go on too long. After cuddles comes ‘run around on the kitchen floor’ time, you see. That’s my favourite.
There’s also C for Christmas. So here we are in our silly Christmas hats. Colman is the only piggy in our world who began with C. He refused to wear his hat. I never met him. You can read more about him here, though.
Colman does not do silly hats
And of course the big important C word is… CUCUMBER! Did you guess?
Next week, Bertie does D. We may even have a special guest for that. Mam’s still working on it. [I am?]
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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.
With Uncle Phill and Auntie Cathy
Our room set up in Hampshire
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….
Percy here. This is our last post of the year, since next week is Christmas and the following Monday is New Year’s Day. Mummy says we can have those days off.
We lost Oscar from our gang on Thursday. He’d been under Dr Sally’s watchful eye all year, and between her and Mummy they’d been treating him for organ damage from internal fungal infections and heart disease. Mummy knew about the fungal thing from Cambridge Cavy Trust, but Dr Sally was more confident of the heart condition. Anyway, Oscar had a good year, and enjoyed himself, and was perky all the way up until Tuesday, when Mummy got worried about him. He went over the Rainbow Bridge during the night on Thursday morning. I expect Kevin took him in hand and showed him around. We’re now in mourning until the beginning of February. Seven weeks is the proper period of mourning in guinea pig customs.
Mummy had a sixth sense about him because she took a photo of him with his brother Midge on Wednesday. They fell out with each other years ago, before I came, and never spoke to each other at floor time.
On Friday we had our Christmas photos taken. You can see what charmers we are in our hats. Roscoe wasn’t impressed with his santa hat. I put up with it to please Mummy. Bertie wouldn’t stay still, he got really over-excited and Midge and I had to tell him off. Biggles was over-awed by it all and stayed completely still while Mummy took photos, as did Neville. Midge and I are old hands at hat photos, of course.
Percy in hat
Roscoe checks out his hat
Roscoe fancies Neville’s hat
Bertie and Midge
Percy and Midge checking both sides
Percy and Midge
Roscoe and Neville
I wonder what we’ll get for Christmas? Maybe Mummy will post photos next week.
I don’t know what’s going on, but there are many strange things happening.
Take this blog. It’s changed colour. It’s snowing (it snowed on Thursday, too). There are pictures of people I’ve never met at the top of the front page, and in the slideshow (although Kevin, Midge, Oscar and Percy are in there too). There are funny sparkly things and even funnier hats.
I saw Mummy in one of those hats yesterday when she went out to the golf club. She says she must find time to take our Christmas pictures. I don’t know what Christmas means, but it’s something to do with hat pictures. I gather that Colman didn’t like wearing a hat.
I don’t know what it feels like to wear a hat. I don’t need different clothes, not like Mummy does. She has a nice padded brightly coloured thing that she wears for golf, and likes so much she wears it in here if it’s a little cooler than normal. It’s a similar colour to the background of the picture of the seven piggies above, but deeper. Mummy says it’s called turquoise. She also told me she’s bought a second one in bright yellow to wear when it’s foggy or darkish.
There are many times I don’t understand Mummy. If I see a hat, I’ll let you know.