I’m asking the Questions

Way-aye, Roscoe here.

I’ve got some pictures of hay-making and our late night grass time this week. But first I’m asking for Questions.

I was telling Mam how hard it is to think of something to say each week, and Mam said ‘why not interview the others?’

When I said I didn’t know what to ask them, she said to ask you.

So, please would you ask questions in the comments that I can ask Biggles and Neville. Then I’ll ask them and write each up on one day. Mam says she’ll think of some too, and it’ll be a Profile of each of us. That suggests I have to interview myself, too.

Mam’s put the hay up on a rack in the summerhouse to finish drying now, but this is how she dried it in the sun.

It’s been extremely hot the last few days. Mam says that, but we’ve been just the usual temperatures. Mam opens the door to the garden first thing, so the fresh morning air comes in, but she closes the curtains to keep the sun out. By the time we’ve been cleaned out she closes the door to keep the cool in. All day long we’re inside, and so is she. She’s been writing this week. There’s been a tall blowy thing wafting air across us too. It feels good, but I wonder if Mam is over-doing it. I mean, it looks lovely outside when she draws back the curtains in the afternoon.

But she goes outside for something and comes back in and says “ It’s terribly hot, boys. It’s 32!” Whatever that means, I don’t know. Apparently it’s got up to 25 at the highest in our room, which seemed fine to me.

Then we get to go out when the sky is starting to go pink. It’s a little bit warmer than our room then, but it gets cooler. On Saturday Mam was reading her ebook and didn’t realise it was nearly dark! She was better yesterday though.

We like it outside in the evening. It’s very pleasant and quiet.

See you next week, and please remember to ask lots of questions that I can ask the others over the rest of August.

love

Roscoe xxx

Mam’s making hay!

Way-aye, Roscoe here as usual.

Well, after that quiet (boring) week, this was right eventful!

First off Mam had some friends round and they said hello to us, then went for a walk. Then later that day Mam went down the steps from our grass to look at the bottom grass. We heard her say “Ow, ow, ow!” and a few other things, and she came back and sat down next to us. After a bit she got up and said, “Well, that was lucky, chaps.” She limped back into the house. Then she limped back and got us and put us in, and said her ankle was hurting more now, and maybe she’d better sit down.

Well, next time we saw her, at supper time, she had a big white bandage on her ankle. She wasn’t limping, but she was hobbling, holding onto the door, or the furniture, or just the wall for support. :O

Mam's bandaged foot

She told us she’d hurt her ankle (we could see that) and she’s put ice on it in the other room, and resting it. Later on she went to bed but we could see that she turned her light on a few times in the night, so I think it was hurting her.

Next day she went out and saw some horses! She said it wasn’t hurting so much, and she didn’t need to use it to drive, and she took a stick with her to lean on.

Apparently this is Elgin, all dressed up in his fly-protection outfit

Well, I was surprised, and I think she was too, because she told us later it had hurt a lot in the night, but provided she stepped carefully, it didn’t hurt much to walk on. She said she’d been very lucky. Next day I heard her leave a message for the gardener chap who’d made our grass nice, asking him to come and give her a quote for new steps.

I have to say, the service while Mam’s had a bad foot has been impeccable. Nothing’s got in the way of our cuddles, food, treats, and grass time. Yesterday she stopped wearing the ankle bandage. She said she would strap it up if she was going walking, just to give it side support. She has been resting a lot when she wasn’t out, though. She’s read a couple of books while sitting next to us in the garden, although it did rain one day, and then she sat at her desk all day.

But we still haven’t heard about the new chaps. Mam’s disappointed, I think, but then again, it was easier only having three of us when she was lame.

I’m disappointed too. I’m looking forward to meeting some new people. Maybe it’ll stop Biggles being snarky, too. He gets annoyed when I have private conversations with Neville. Especially out in the garden when we’re discussing who’s using the tent. Or eating that nice Bird’s Foot Trefoil with the yellow flowers.

But anyway, Mam went and cut some of the grass at the bottom of the garden yesterday, long and medium bits like she usually gives us when we can’t go outside. But this time she’s laid it out in the open air to dry, which should turn it into hay. She says she hopes she gets it right this time, because last time she tried it, nobody would eat any of it.

Well, I’ll give it a go, Mam. It can’t be that hard to make hay, surely?

See you next time, and I’ll hopefully have photos of Mam’s hay.

love

Roscoe xxx

roscoe in the hay

Everything seems settled now

Way-aye, Roscoe here again.

We were just feeling all settled this week, nice run, a bit of sun so we had some grass time on Saturday… and then Mam goes and puts that sticky stuff behind our ears. It’s meant to get rid of things that make us itch, and it does. The trouble is, she cleans out the whole cage, washes all our lovely cuddly cage wear, and leaves us in the clean run with a handful of hay and just our tents to hide in.

She does as much washing as she can, mind. It wasn’t a good drying day yesterday, so we didn’t get our bed back. Well, Bertie and Biggles got theirs back, but for some reason ours still wasn’t dry by bedtime. Mam left our tents in for us instead. Neville kept going in mine, so I told him rather strongly that it was mine, not his.

The trouble with having clean cages is we haven’t got enough hay built up to really have fun with it. We’ve got enough to eat, but it spreads a bit thin when you try to lie on it too. And as for tunnelling in it, well, forget it.

But apart from that, everything seems pretty settled now. Mam is always busy around the house. Maybe she was always busy but she had two floors of house to look after, so we don’t know what she did when she was downstairs. It seemed yesterday that she was always doing something; cleaning our room, cleaning all the windows, putting our dry things away. Putting her dry things away. Doing things on the little computer. Doing things on the big computer (I use the little one when she lets me get hold of it.)

So now we’ve got rid of the itches, and everything’s settled down.

Except Mam says we may have a party on Friday and get renamed the Victory Four. It’s like the Jubilee Seven, but different.

Watch this space!

So long for now

Roscoe xxxx

four sleepy boys

It’s all coming together, apparently

Way-aye, Roscoe here again.

We’ve been in Hampshire for over a week now, I lose track a bit. Mam says we’ll be moving into our permanent room in a few days. She was going to finish painting over the wallpaper of the room we’re in yetserday, but realised that she didnt have to do it while we were here, she could wait till later in the week.

That was very considerate of her. Painting is what she was doing to those green leaves. She wasn’t taking them off and putting them in a pot, she was putting paint on her brush from the pot, and putting the paint over the green squiggles to hide them. I got it all round the wrong way! Anyway, she’ll finish painting the whole wall the same colour. She did the one behind our cages before we came down last, so we didn’t have to cope with the smell. Judging from her painting over the squiggles, it isn\t a bad smell, but, yes, I’d rather not.

There’ll be some plastering and painting to be done in our room, but hopefully it won’t last long, and it’s only one wall.

The furniture’s arriving at the end of next week. Then Mam will have to reconstruct our run so she says. So we’ll be in cages a while more. That’s fine by me, the cages are just as nice. Bertie’s not so keen, but he’s in the small cage. Mam gives him extra floor time to make up for it.

So it’s all going well, sort of, and we like it here. I think Mam does too. But she’ll be pleased when the furniture’s here and she has finished unpacking boxes of stuff that goes in it.

four sleepy boys

She asked us if we wanted to go on holiday with her for a rest after it’s all finished.

No, I’ll just stay here resting, thank you very much.

See you next time

Roscoe

PS I should comment about the new hay we had last night. It came from a huge bag, which Mam says doesn’t fit in any of the cupboards. It comes from a place called Devon, and its very yummy. Of course, our own Norfolk hay is very yummy too, but we’ve only got one more bag of that left.

What to say about January?

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.

Have a nice time.

Bertie xxxx

lawn mowing in Hampshire

H is for Holidays, Hampshire and Hay

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HELLO! Bertie here.  Today we’ve got as far as letter H in our A to Z blog.

HAY is always at the top of our minds, but Mummy said everyone has blogged about hay, and shown pictures of Humphrey and George and the others hiding in it. As well as eating it of course.

Biggles’s nose in the hay

So I thought I’d tell you about HOLIDAYS.

The first holiday that George’s Guinea Pig World went on was when George, Fred, Hugo and Victor went with Mummy to the Isle of Mull.  That’s a very long way, and includes a trip on a boat!  They went back the next year too.  You can read about their trip here.

Grass with a view

When there were five or more piggies here nobody went on holiday, because Mummy couldn’t fit everyone in the car.  Mummy took a couple of holidays, but she didn’t take us with her.  She went to cold places like Svalbard and Iceland.

But now we are four, Mummy’s taken us on holiday twice – to HAMPSHIRE!

We told you about the first trip here, but we went again in April, about the time we started this Blog Challenge, so we haven’t shown you the new photos.

We stayed in the same place, but it was warmer later in the week, and we went out on the grass next to the cottage.  We couldn’t go on the grass immediately in front of the cottage because it had been treated with ‘Feed and Weed’ which would be poisonous to us, or at least upset our tummies. The grass we went on had dandelions and things growing in it.  Mummy made sure it didn’t have daisies or buttercups in it where we were, but it was nice.  The run was a bit small, though, because we were using the panels indoors as well.

Mummy went out most days but came back to give us a cuddle later on.  One day she went to a place where they train racehorses.  Top Tug is one of her racing club’s.  He ran on Saturday and came fifth.  Mummy says that’s fine for his first race of the season. She also had lunch with Dani and her Mummy, and also with her other nieces.  Mummy has a very big family.  Although I’ve got more family at Auntie Sophie’s house.

Anyway, that’s our Holiday in Hampshire, complete with Hay, all for H in the A to Z challenge.

I’m glad Roscoe’s doing I next week, because I have no Idea what to talk about for that!

love

Bertie xxx

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