We’re all exhausted!

Way-aye, Roscoe here, as usual.

Sorry about the late start today. We had an exhausting day yesterday.

It was Mam’s birthday. so of course we had to celebrate it with her. This wasn’t easy because several other people came over during the day, and they mostly sat in the garden, keeping two people-distances apart, chatting and having tea and sandwiches. Then when the kids arrived, we had to go out and see them too.

It wasn’t too bad. Seren decided not to have jelly and icecream that Mam had made, but she wanted to pet me. Well, she’s a bit heavy handed at the moment. At one stage Mam showed her how by stroking her hair, then she was much better.

She also fed us grass, but kept taking it away again. I think she thought I’d bite her finger. I wouldn’t do that, only if I didn’t know where her finger was. And when she moves it, that might happen. Mam noticed and suggested she hold it out flat on her hand and let me eat it, ‘like with horses’ Mam said. Well, if that’s what horses do, it works for us, too.

Anyway, after everyone had gone, Mam let us stay out on the grass for a bit longer, while she had a nap. It was quite a long nap, but we forgave her, and we were fine in our run, tents and tunnels. The grass was nice, too.

Roscoe on the grass

Then Mam spent quite a long time on the computer talking to Auntie Sophie, who sent her some pictures of lovely looking chaps. Bit too much competition for me, I think, but the Sheltie and his mate the ginger one with the white hat looked nice. Mind you, the pink-eyed whites looked nice as well. Auntie Sophie said they were very clever. More competition.

But Mam eventually decided that it really was too much for her to drive up and back in one day, and to do it by train means going through London, and that’s an avirus place, so she’s not going there. And even more important, she really wants to get to know the guinea pig people near here, so she has her ‘support group’ whatever that is. So she’s going to email them again to see how things stand.

It would be nice to get that other run filled with some new friends. Then again, we can’t go on holiday to a cottage somewhere once there’s more than four of us. Although… Mam did used to say ‘more than two cages worth,’ and we’ve been in three for ages. Maybe she’ll change her mind.

So that’s this week’s news, and an explanation of why I’m late posting. Oh, I didn’t really explain that, did I? Yes, couldn’t get on the machine last night, because Mam was talking to Auntie Sophie, and this morning… well, we’re all still exhausted.

See you next week

love

Roscoe xxx

It’s good for the Grass!

Way-aye, Roscoe here.

I thought I’d tell you about our grass today. We have several types, but mostly you can divide it into that which Mam picks (or cuts) and brings into us, and that we graze on when we’re out in our run.

We’ve been going out in our run a lot, and it’s been quite hot in the last week or so.

Of course, Mam has been watering the grass with a little pointy spray thing ever since she realised her new grass needed it, back at the end of March. The trouble is, this spray doesn’t reach everywhere, and some of the grass, including the bit where the first veggie patch is going, has sort of lines between it.

The woodpigeons under the pointy spray

Mam said to me it was where the bits that had been laid edge to edge shrank, so now there’s a gap between the edges. I don’t see it myself, but I’m sure she’s right. She has got a plan for it – she will spread soil with grass seed in it where it needs the lines filled in when autumn comes. But that’s a long way away. Mam has plans for everything, as you’ve probably noticed.

Then she got a new water spray thing which she tried out on Friday. It waters everywhere at once, forwards and back again. And the shed roof and the neighbour’s wall… But it works for the whole of our grass and the top of the flowers beyond, which is good.

Saturday it rained nearly all day. Well, showers. Heavy ones.

Anyway, the grass. We eat the new grass. and it’s very nice. That’s ‘very nice’ because it’s not good to seem ungrateful… The bits she cuts for us with her scissors, or just picks and brings in, are much better. They are richer and lusher (and longer). They have flowers on them, the proper grass flowers, still in their long sheath, and those are really yummy.

The old grass at the bottom of the slope in early spring. It has daisies in it now

That grass grows down in the older part of the garden, where it’s damper and shadier. She hoped we’d be able to go and eat it ourselves occasionally, but there are lots of buttercups and daisies as well. I wouldn’t eat those, Mam. I’m not silly. Okay, you can’t guarantee that the others wouldn’t.

But we only get that when we don’t go out. It’s a sort of conundrum. Go out and have quite yummy grass, or stay in and have extra-yummy grass.

Mam’s been reading up on poisonous plants because she was worried Bertie ate horsetail and it poisoned him. There’s lots of horsetail at the bottom of the garden and it turns up pretty well everywhere else, which she pulls out. But she found some growing in one of the places we’d been grazing, so she wondered whether that was why Bertie died. Then she discovered that he would have to have eaten it for several days for it to have started to have an effect. So that can’t have been it.

It’s good, this grass

You know, that’s one of the reasons our Mam is the greatest. She really really tries to do the very best for us, or at least the best she can in the circumstances. When we get out of lockdown, Mam’s hoping to get some other pigs who need a home. I reckon they’ll be very very lucky pigs to join us here.

See you next week, when it’ll be June!

Roscoe xxxx

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

What a week that was!

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.

love

Roscoe xxxx

Bertie crossed to the top run

Mummy hasn’t come home!

Bertie here, in our house in Norfolk.

Mummy went out in the car as the storm ended yesterday, and she hasn’t come home!

She gave us lots of food and hay and stuff before she left. Roscoe says she had it all planned, wasn’t I listening? But I don’t remember her saying anything about staying out all night.

Roscoe says that Auntie Claire will come in on Tuesday with more food and we’ve got to be extra nice to her. She’s not been feeling well, but she’s still coming to look after us. That’s very nice of her.

But I thought we were going to go to Hampshire and have banging on the roof.

Roscoe sighs. ‘But the people are doing the floor as well and there will be machines and scraping and whining and probably dust and smells as well. Oh, and wood breaking noises.’

How does he know all this?

‘I pay attention to what Mam says,’ he says.

Well, I do too. I didn’t hear her say all this. If she told Roscoe during morning cuddles, then maybe that’s why. I was so busy having my grease gland cleaned and dried that I didn’t have time to listen to what Mummy was saying.

Well, as long as she’s safe in Hampshire. We’re safe here. And Auntie Claire is coming with more food.

We’ll be fine.

Love

Bertie xxx

Roscoe's Christmas gift 2018

Mummy has a bright red snugglesac

Way-aye, Roscoe here!

Hello, Bertie here!  We’re both going to blog today because it’s an exciting story.

Aye, and it’s Christmas this week too.

Two more sleeps. Well, two for mummy, about fifteen for us.

Roscoe rests after his run

Aye, I reckon you’ve got that right, Bertie.

But first – a report on our missing week.  We were in Hampshire, but not the place we’ve been before.

Aye, you knew that, eh – but you didn’t know that Mam’s bought a new house, did you?  Well, she has, and we stayed in it for about a week.

camping in the living room

We had our holiday cages and runs on the floor in what Mummy calls the living room.  It’s got fawn coloured carpet with brown flecks in it, and one day Mummy came in with mud on her shoes when she gave us some things she’d found in the garden—

Not much, she said there wasn’t much to eat in the garden, not even dandelions.

— yes, not much except grass, but she left mud on the carpet, and when she wooshed it up, she couldn’t see the marks in amongst the brown specks.  She called it a magic carpet.

That’s not all she wooshed.  The second afternoon she came back from Auntie Anne’s with a big blue bag.  It all unfolded on the floor next to us, then she wooshed it for ages, and it turned into a big bed for her.  She’d been sleeping on cushions before.  And you know, I didn’t realise, but she sleeps in a red snugglesac.  It’s a bit longer than ours, and she sort of backs into it with her feet first, instead of walking in and turning round—

I don’t think it was wide enough to turn around in.

— and she lies down and goes to sleep in it. For most of the night.

And a bit more.  She hasn’t been waking up till it’s already light.  Mind you it’s not very light in the mornings because it keeps raining.

And yesterday was the winter solstice, so the nights start getting a bit shorter again.

Have you said about our adventure with the tunnels yet?

No, I haven’t had time with you interrupting, like.  Mam put our blue tunnel in the kitchen for our morning run. The kitchen is a good bit smaller than our one here (we’re back in Norfolk now) and the third day she put our tunnels so they led from the kitchen to the living room.  Well, Bertie and I weren’t going to let a chance like that go by, were we?

No we weren’t.

So we went through the tunnels, making sure Mam meant for us to do it, and she was watching us and encouraging us, so we went right ahead.

We did.  It was fun.

Then we did the same the next day.

And you said we could the one after, but Mummy didn’t put the tunnels down, and you went anyway, and came back again to report.

It was grand.  I reckon there’s a whole house to explore when we next go down there.

It’s a long way though.

Ach, it’s fine if you go to sleep.

I do.  And I hide under my bed, too.

I hide under Neville’s coat.

Do you think we’re going back again?

Not before Christmas.  And I think Mam said something about getting a small van for a sofabed and our big cages, just for a trip down and back the next day.

She left things there, you know.  Including the cushions.

Yes, but I think the bed’s still there for her.  Auntie Anne came with the mini-aunties to meet us, but she didn’t take it away with her.

She took the mini-aunties though. They were nice,  I liked them.

Ah, right, they were okay. You can never really trust little hands until you get to know them, though, and sometimes even then.

You don’t like mini-aunties?

I liked them well enough.  Nev and me have bad memories of mini-aunties.  I’ll just wait a little to get to know them.

They really liked me.  And Biggles too.  He did his best impression of a teddy bear for them.

He does do that well.

And we saw Auntie Teresa again, and her man, Uncle Lee. Dani was too busy though.

I wonder if it’ll always be that busy when we go and live there.

Is that what’s going to happen?

Yes, Mummy said so.  She wants to get our room sorted out first; there’ll be some banging when they change the window into a door and change the floor or something, I think that’s what she said.

It all sounds very complicated.

Well, you know Mam.

Yes, I know Mummy. I wonder when we’re going again?

Not till after Christmas.

After the New Year as well.

So, Merry Christmas, everybody!

And a happy new year…

from Bertie, Roscoe, Neville and Biggles.

xxxx