Phew! Roscoe here, still in our cage in Hampshire but in a new room. It’s the room with the big glass doors that Mam’s shown us in the past.
Monday Liam and another chap came to do the floor like Bertie told you. The noise was really bad, with horrible screaming noises and banging and all. But Mam sat with us and explained everything so we just hid in our tunnels and snugglesacks and ignored it as best we could.
Then Tuesday Liam was back, and made the screaming noises outside. Mam said it was the sound of a machine called a saw. I thought it was sore but Mam put me straight. Then every now and then there would be this huge bang, which had to be done around the edges of the new floor. Some of it was just the other side of the wall from me. You never knew when it was going to happen. I’m never going to complain about fireworks again. And Mam had to leave us with all this going on!
Wednesday was real quiet. Liam had to do something quiet and slightly smelly around the edges again, but we were able to rest okay, and eat the extra food Mam had hidden under our massive hay pile. It wasn’t as massive as it had been, so we could find it easily. I believe Biggles ate his the previous night.
Thursday another man came, and he put a ladder in the middle of our room to put the light back, because the man who had changed the ceiling had left it off. I don’t remember seeing this light before. I’m sure it’s not the right one, but Mam seemed happy when she saw it. He also changed the lights on the wall, which meant he had to lean right over our cage! But it all got done and he went away, and then an hour or so later Mam came back.
I have to say, Mam looked very tired. She gave us more food, including some yummy leaves and grass from our Norfolk garden, and said she’d clean us out in the morning. She sat there for quite a long time, just looking at us, so I looked back and we had a chat. It sounded like she’d had a bad day, but the drive back was easy because not many people were on the road. And her furniture was on the way here, and at one time earlier in the week she was afraid it would all be cancelled, or even worse, she’d be made to stay in Norfolk so as not to spread the virus. But none of that happened and the move was nearly done.
Friday it got done. Mam put us in our travel boxes after breakfast, but instead of us going in the car we went in the bathroom. We could hear some more men came, and they went in and out past our room for hours. When they’d gone, Mam put us back in our cages, but they’d moved!
We are now in the back room, like I said. It was a bit cool on Friday and Saturday in there, but yesterday Mam moved all the boxes around, and put our cages up on bricks (whatever they are) and put the heating on. It’s in the floor. We rather like it. It’s not as warm as it was in the holiday cottage, but the room is a nice steady temperature.
So there you have it. We are now officially Hampshire pigs. And Mam still looks tired, and there are boxes everywhere, and her desk is in pieces, which she’s upset about, because it wasn’t supposed to happen, but if someone comes to help her she can put it back together. You can tell she told us that, can’t you. No, I don’t understand either.
I hope next week is quieter. Apparently everybody has to stay home so we won’t have any more visitors for a while, not even the nice man who did the ceiling. He’s going to do some walls for us, but it will be much later than Mam had hoped.
But everything’s here and we’re all safe and sound. And Mam doesn’t have to go away at all for ages.
So I think that’s our happy ending, and I have no idea what we’ll have to blog about in future. Come back and find out, won’t you?
And thank you Auntie Noelle and Tori, and Mollie as well, for supporting us through this. You’ve been great.