Hello, Biggles here again. The Olympics are over. It's gone very quiet in our house. Mummy was always watching something. Sometimes she was watching two different things at the same time, one on her little computer and another on the big one. Mostly it was horses, or running, jumping and throwing people, or twizzling people, …
Hello Biggles here. We're in official mourning for Prince Philip, who died last Friday. It's just till his funeral next weekend, we don't have to do seven weeks like we do for our guinea pig friends. Seven weeks is traditional for guinea pigs, according to the lore that is handed down from our older friends …
Way-aye, Roscoe here. Today I'm in Bertie's old run. I've been here since Thursday morning, when the man came to do the walls again. On Tuesday Mam put me into Biggles' run, and put Biggles in with Neville, when she brought us in from the garden. She told me off for fighting with Neville. I …
I must never say things seems settled again. There we were, all comfy like, with a nice routine, and then Bertie says "I'm going to stay in my tunnel today." Then he says "I'm feeling funny."
Hello everybody, Percy here. Mummy asked me if one of the others should blog today, but I'm feeling a little better, so I said I'd do it. I want to talk about Midge of course. I felt terrible all Friday and Saturday, but Mummy explained it was all right to grieve for someone, and when …
Percy here today. It's been a difficult week. Mummy spent a lot of the time out - even stayed out two nights (Wednesday and Saturday). She left us lots of food so we were fine, but we got a bit tetchy and nervous. Bertie was a pain, particularly on Friday. Mummy was in then, and …
