An eventful week when nothing happened

Way-aye, Roscoe here.

It was a busy sort of week, last week, but nothing really happened.

There was a lot of banging on Tuesday and Wednesday. On the roof above us. Mam said it was people come to mend it and there was nothing to worry about. It felt like things were falling off it as well as being banged, and machine noises, too, and Mam put us in our boxes and settled us into the summerhouse with the door closed for a while. She said it was to keep us away from the noise. We went to sleep. You know, I like being in the box with Neville. He’s lovely and warm and soft. Biggles was in his box next door. I don’t know where Mam went. Back to her computer, I think.

She’s been busy this week, working on plans for the new book. Over the weekend she made some pretty pictures on her screen, then said a lot of rude words when she came back to it next morning and it wouldn’t do what it had done last night. I don’t know what it means either, I just tell you what went on. I think she fixed it in the end.

I keep promising you a description of Mam eating something called an ice cream.

It happens at the weekend. There’s a pretty jingly noise outside, and Mam gets up or rushes through our room if she’s in the garden, and goes out of the front door. She comes back with something in her hand. It’s a ginger coloured thing she holds, and there’s some white stuff called ice cream balanced on the top. And usually it has a brown stick in it. I think it always has the stick, but sometimes Mam’s already pushed it down into the ginger bit, which must be hollow, before I see it.

Then Mam sits down, and sticks her tongue out and sort of lays the white stuff on it and twirls it so it rubs off on her tongue. She does that for ages. Taking a bit of a lick and then pausing before the next one. She makes it a very pretty shape, all smooth edges and pointed at the top. Eventually the white stuff gets down to the level of the ginger stuff, and she nibbles that down, even, all the way round, At that stage you can just about see the brown stick again, but it’s covered with ice cream. Then she bites the top of that off, and goes on down, biting across the whole thing until it’s all gone.

It takes her ages, but it’s fun to watch.

We went out in the garden at the weekend. It got quite cool so we came in again, but it was nice while it lasted. Mummy’s very happy with whatever they did to the roof. I’m glad they’ve gone away though.

Oh, I went to see Dr Mark on Wedenesday. Mam told him I sometimes look a bit under the weather, and then she gives me metacam to help me get through the day. She’d checked my teeth and everything, and just wanted to make sure she hadn’t missed anything. And I agreed with her and told him there was nothing wrong that a bit of age-reversal wouldn’t sort out, but he just told her she could keep giving me the metacam when I needed it, and otherwise I was in great shape. And she asked him to check Neville’s heart and he said it was fine.

So it’s official. We’re fine. And Biggles is normal for Biggles.

See you next week. I wish this lady would come round so we could fill this cage up. Maybe those summer gifts Mam bought for all of us will turn into Christmas presents?

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

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