They’re making a hole in our wall!

Way-aye, Roscoe here.

Mam seemed excited when she came back from travelling last week. She was only away two nights so we stayed here, with lots and lots of hay and nibbles. The second day I found a carrot cunningly hidden right at the bottom of our hay pile. It was still fresh, too! It didn’t last long, mind.

It’s very peaceful when Mam’s away. I can laze about on the bed, or ont he other pile of hay, or curl up in the tunnel, or in the dark corer in the run. Sometimes I curl up by a food bowl, all the better to just reach out and nibble a bit when I get the night pangs. Neville’s generally very civilised about giving up these places when I want to use them.

Mam said that this week will be when the worst of the banging will be in our new house. They are making a hole in the wall so we can have glass doors put in, like we have in the kitchen extension now.

There will be some more banging on the roof some time, and smells when they put the new tiles down with a sticky compound, or so she expects. But if they aren’t doing either of those we’ll be able to go down with her. She’s not taking us down this week because of the banging, and because it shouldn’t take more than a day. If she’s going to have to be away another night, she’ll ask one of our Aunties to nip in and give us more hay and food. I wonder who it’ll be?

She says that once the floor is finished we should be able to move in down there. She’s already taken our big cages down, not the holiday cages but the ones we lived in downstairs.

It’ll all depend on how much packing up she’s got to do here. But basically we’ll switch from being mostly here except when we go there for four or more days, to being mostly there unless Mam needs to be back here for four or more days.

I’m glad Mam’s counting these things in threes and fours. Those are easy numbers for guinea pigs to count. Seven works well too. Any other number gets complicated.

I wonder how big the hole in the wall will be and whether we’ll be allowed to go through it?

More news next time

Roscoe

xxxx

Forty days till the winter solstice

Morning all, it’s Bertie here today.

Mummy said last night she’d worked out it’s forty days to the winter Solstice, when the day is shortest.  Then the days start getting longer again.  I”m beginning to get the hang of these long and short days.  Short days are winter, and we don’t go out in the garden because it’s cold.  Long days are in summer, and it’s usually warm enough to go out.

The days are certainly short at the moment.  Mummy has been going out for golf as usual, and not getting back until it’s nearly dark.  We have a light above us that she turns on when she comes in, and turns off just after cucumber time, which is a lot later.  Some mornings it’s still pretty dark when she comes down from her sleep.  She opens the curtains and tells us what the sunrise looks like.

Apparently, it’s going to be like this, or even darker, until the end of January.  That’s when Mummy said the days will be back to the length they are now.  Well, I suppose that’s not too bad.  It’ll be another forty days after that before we can start to hope we might go out on the grass again, though.

I have trouble counting to forty.  I only have fourteen toes. I’ll just have to trust Mummy to tell me when things happen. Between us we can count to thirty-four because she has twenty toes. Or are they fingers?  Perhaps it’s a mixture.  Humans are funny like that.

This week we celebrate Percy’s Gotcha Day on  Thursday (because he didn’t have a birthday and that’s when he first came to live here, three years ago).  We also celebrate seven years since Fred’s Passing on Sunday.  I’ll have to have a look at his photographs to remember who he is. I never met him.

Have a nice week!