Bangs, flashes, fizzes and sparkles

Way-aye, Roscoe here.  Our Bertie was fretting about something last week, so I told him to ask you about it.  Thank for your replies.  You were a great help.

The sun seems to be going in the right direction to me – it just had that one blip.  It always does that around this time of year, but then I’ve had more years than Bertie. I expect next year he’ll be happy as Larry about it.  I don’t know who Larry is, it’s just something they say about him.

This week it’s been very noisy in the night time.  Bangs, flashes, fizzes and sparkles. Bangs are noisy, some fizzes are noisy too, but the sparkles are generally just pretty.  One night we could see them out of our upper window, and they were very loud.  The bangs went on for ages. Bang. Bang. Bang.  Made the house shake too.  Mam was down with us, talking to us and telling us everything was okay, and the music was playing too, which was sorta soothing.  So we just took it as Mam said, and hid in our snuggle sacks and tunnels till it had all stopped.

Then next night they started early on the other side of the house, and stopped, then started again, then stopped.  Then it was quiet for a while till it started somewhere else.  Sounds like we’re surrounded.  I think it was like that where we grew up, but I can’t rightly remember now.  It was long ago and faraway.

Mam says there’ll be more tonight and we might have a few more but by next weekend it should be fine until New Year.  That’s less than two months to go.

Right.  Just so we’re warned.

Hope it’s all quiet where you are.

love

Roscoe

PS Mam brought in lots of raspberries from the garden.  She offered them to us, but I don’t trust them. Only Biggles ate them, but he’ll eat anything.  Mam made noises and tings for a while and then put the raspberries in some jars.  That’s why the photo is there with the ones of us.

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Things that go bump in the night

Hello.  Bertie here.  I’ve been very good this week.  I’m always good, of course. Sometimes Mummy interprets my behaviour differently from me.  She says I’m growing up.

Apart from Oscar, who’s insufferable, I don’t argue with anyone any more.  Midge and Percy seem to be okay with me checking up on them every now and then.  Mummy laughs because I use the same hand signals as Percy.  Well, of course I do, I asked him how to tell Mummy I was ready to go for a run when I’d had my cucumber. He told me to leap up onto her coat and pat the corner where her arm joins her body.  Now I do that and she knows it’s time for my run.  It works!

Usually the morning is the most exciting time of our day.  This week it’s been the evening, after it gets dark.  There have been lots of bumps and bangs every day.  On two nights we had a series of noises going bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.  Very deliberately and evenly.  I said to Percy I wished they’d stop.  He said he wished they’d stop as well.  Then they stopped.  They started again later.  There have been other bangs and noises too.  Mummy says its fireworks, there’s nothing to worry about, and she wishes they would just stop.  We get fireworks sounds from the hotel at the end of the village every Saturday and most Thursdays.  So we know by now they’re nothing to worry about.  But these were closer, and earlier in the evening.  Percy says he remembers them from this time last year.  We just have to put up with it for about ten days.  Mummy gets very cross about it, though.

So, that’s what’s been going on this week. Except that Midge lost a lot of weight this week, a whole 100 grams. Mummy’s taking him to see Auntie Shirley and Uncle Barry in a few days time. She says he’s nearly down to a normal weight for a guinea pig, so there’s nothing to worry about.  She thinks it’s his teeth, because he had so much gungy food in his mouth she couldn’t see them. That makes sense, sort of.

 

I hate November

I do, I hate November.  It starts with all the horrid noises.  In fact those started even before November started.  Mummy says it’s fireworks, and every year we get them virtually every night from the last weekend of October through to about ten days into November.  I hate them.  They go bang, and make flashes, and sometimes they make other horrible screaming noises.

If Mummy’s here she sits with us and tells us it’s all right, and sometimes plays music to us.  She leaves the television on for the downstairs boys, or the radio (I’m not sure of the difference, except one is in the kitchen and the other in the living room.)  But sometimes she’s out and we have to put up with it all on our own.  I hide in my snuggle tunnel, but if they are at the front of the house I still hear them.  The good thing is that the ones at the front of the house (which are closest) only happen on one night.  The ones at the side (nearest our cages), happen lots of times and they vary how loud they are.  I wish they’d just stop doing them.

The other thing I hate about November are all the changes that seem to happen.  I don’t mean with the builders coming and Percy and Oscar having to move like Percy told you.  I mean it’s the month that seems to have the most comings and goings in our house.  I know I wasn’t here when Hugo and Victor arrived from Vikki’s one snowy Sunday in November 2008, or when Humphrey and Hector came all the way from the rescue at Sophie’s in 2010.  But that’s what happens in November – Mummy finds she has to make a good home for someone who’s desperate.  We came in April, Colman and I, and I suppose Oscar and Midge came in October, so it doesn’t always happen – but look at what happened last year; Percy arrived!

Then again Fred went over the Rainbow Bridge in November 2011, so Mummy’s always a little sad mid-month.  But it was Dylan and Dougall’s birthday towards the end of the month, even though they didn’t arrive until three weeks later.

So now you know about all the calendar boars in the little picture show in the top right corner.

I don’t know what it is about November.  But I don’t like it.  I’ll be glad when the spring comes.