All cosy in Hampshire

Hello, Bertie here again.

We’re in Hampshire. Sometimes it’s sunny, sometimes it’s dark, and sometimes it rains. Mummy just put the light on and said “It’s nearly 5 o’clock! But I suppose it would be later in Hampshire.”

This is very strange statement. Why would it be later in Hampshire? Roscoe told you it was after 4 last week in Norfolk, when Mummy put the light on. It seems a big jump from after 4 to nearly 5. Is that what Mummy’s talking about? Help!

We all have cages here now. Roscoe and I have the freedom of the house at run time in the morning. We mostly go from the kitchen to the living room and back. Mummy showed us the room that hasn’t got a hole in the wall any more. It’s got big glass doors like we have at home. Well, Norfolk home. She said we could run around in there too. Roscoe and I agreed we don’t trust the carpet.

We also agreed it’s best if we go back to the kitchen where the fleece is to wee and poop. There is a plastic sheet in front of our cages in the living room, but that covers the nice soft carpet. We think we should help Mummy keep it clean.

Mummy made some funny smells yesterday. One was in the kitchen. She said something about uncle Richard’s grill not working. The microwave bit works okay though. That’s why he and auntie Gill came round on Saturday. To bring Mummy a microwave. She uses that to make her dinner. I don’t understand it myself.

The other smell is from the bedroom. Mummy says she’s painting it. I’m sure this all makes sense to you. We just say “yes, Mummy,” and get back to what we’re doing.

Talking of dinner, Mummy gave us some strange multi-coloured and funny shaped pellets in our bowls. She said it’s called muesli. I quite like it, but Roscoe says he’d rather have the tasty pellets. Biggles doesn’t like the muesli at all and refuses to eat it. Well, Mummy just smiled. I heard what she said about Biggles’ weight last week. It’s one way of making him lose weight, I suppose.

We’re coming back to Norfolk before next weekend. Don’t we have an exciting life?!

See you next time,

love

Bertie xxxx

Sunny weather, funny smells

Hello, Bertie here.

It’s been very nice weather this week. Mummy had to go out for golf and other things, so we didn’t get to go out in the garden. On Saturday and Sunday she spent a lot of time out of doors, wearing her short sleeve shirt, but still her winter trousers. She says the ground’s too cold for us to run around on yet, and there’s not much grass anyway.  These flowers are out, that Percy had his photo taken with.  She’s also got some of them in a jar thing on her desk.

Percy in the daffodils in 2016

She found a little grass for us in the wildflower patch, we we loved. Then the next day she brought us in the stem from the kale plant, because she’d taken it out, and also some carrots that had been growing all winter, and some grass that had been growing where the kale was. I loved chewing on the kale stalk, but I think Roscoe and Neville were overwhelmed by it, as they left most of their kale top, even though it had leaves on it. If they’ve left any over from yesterday I hope I have it for breakfast. Mummy does that sometimes, if someone leaves something, she gives it to one of the rest of us.

Roscoe was chewing at the paper under his fleece yesterday, and she told him to stop. Then she got another piece of paper and tore it up and made it all crunchy, and gave us one each. It’s great fun. I like playing with that.

I expect you’re wondering about the smells. I don’t know what they were, but Mummy had the doors and some of the windows open, and she went outside then came in again, and it was smelly when she came in. At once stage I saw her taking a pot of something into her bedroom, and she had a stick of some sort in her other hand. And when she came out again she had a patch of dark colour on her jacket thing, and was looking cross with herself. The smell was even smellier when she came out, so I know she’s got something to do with it.

But she says the house is looking smarter, and whatever she’s been doing, she’s pretty pleased with herself. Except for the jacket thing.

The smells going away a bit, and Mummy says it’s going to be warm and sunny until Wednesday, which she’s pleased about because Wednesday’s golf.

the kale was in the middle bed

Oh, and she told us she’s planted seeds in the centre bed.  That’s the one without the white cover in the picture. She’s planted carrots (yummy), lettuce (yummy!), and kohl rabi, which I’ve never heard of.  She says Fred and George and Victor and Hugo used to love it.  Well, they would, wouldn’t they?

Did you see Roscoe’s interview last week?  If you missed it, it’s here.

See you next time

love

Bertie xxx

All quiet here

It’s all quiet here at the Famous Five’s hang-out.  I don’t know why because Humphrey was very quiet.  I suppose Dougall and I are feeling a bit down and there’s a big empty cage next to us.  It’s a bit scary to tell the truth.

Mummy says we’re in mourning for seven weeks as usual, and that takes us to 19th November.  That’s a long way away.  It’s the day after Fred’s anniversary and it’s only a week before our birthday :O Continue reading “All quiet here”