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.
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.
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.