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.