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

Time has gone funny

Hello, Bertie here again!

It’s been a funny week. It’s been very dark all day. The rain has been lashing against the window. Sometimes Mummy has gone out in it. Mostly she only went out in the car to get our food, but one day she went to see Auntie Sophie who was trying to rescue some wild guinea pigs.

We’re all nice and warm here. I’m glad we’re not living in the wild like those one’s Auntie Sophie’s trying to rescue. Apparently one that’s already been caught has something wrong with his teeth, and Mummy’s going back tomorrow to see if she can help him. Mummy doesn’t usually do our teeth, unless it’s just the front ones.

When Mummy’s been here, she’s wearing a bright yellow coat which make the room seem sunny. I rather like it. She says it helps to keep the winter blues away. I agree.

But she seems to have got the time wrong for getting up, and giving us our cucumber and so on.  It’s been dark in the mornings but it was daylight yesterday and today. She says its something to do with winter.

Winter makes things all wrong.

We haven’t got any new photos this week.  It’s been too dark.

See you next time.

Bertie xxx

 

Bertie watches over Percy

I miss Percy dreadfully

I’m very sad at the moment. I was all alone upstairs in the run when Mummy took Percy to the dentist last week. Then I was all alone again when she took him somewhere else for a couple of nights. She did tell me what she was doing, but I didn’t understand, except for her coming back after two darks.

When she left, Percy had been wobbling about his cage a lot. He told me he was feeling very funny. Mummy said he’d had a funny turn at the dentists and she was glad he’d pulled through. He wasn’t all right though.

Then when she came home after the two darks Percy had gone over the Rainbow Bridge. I think I knew he’d gone after the first dark. There was a sort of shimmer in the fabric of guinea pig space. That’s what Percy told me about when Midge died. It’s the way we guinea pigs communicate across time and space. That’s what he said, anyway. I told him I didn’t understand and he said I would in time.

Then I asked what is time, and he said he wrote about it the other day. Fred wrote about it too. I said I didn’t know Fred, and he just said ‘you will’ in that funny way he did when he talked about time.

So I’m very confused and I’m on my own now.

I was very lonely and then Mummy brought me downstairs to the kitchen for my run and when she picked me up I went in a new cage in the kitchen. It’s not as big as the upstairs run, but it has got a little ledge for me to sit on and I can look out of the window and at Roscoe and Neville and Biggles. Roscoe stands up at the edge of his cage and looks back at me. I don’t really like it, but it’s better than being on my own upstairs when Mummy’s out.

She says she still talks to me when she’s upstairs as if I’m there, and she misses me, but it’s best if I’m with the other piggies. I have spoken to Neville during floor time. He’s very nice. I am still not talking to Biggles, though. Neville said I should because he’s nice too. Roscoe’s a bit scary on the floor and Mummy picks him up before she puts me down, but leaves Neville for a while so we can chat.

I miss Percy. And my upstairs run. Mummy says I’ll be back in it some day, probably in winter when I can’t go outside. It’s easier to go outside from here.

Mummy reminded me to tell you we’ll now be in mourning until mid-July. We were going to come out of mourning for Midge this week, but now we have seven more weeks, because that’s the right number for mourning.

But Mummy says we can still have a cake for Princelings Day like she’s been planning. That’s 13th June. Percy would have explained it all much better. I miss him.

Time is funny stuff

Hello, Percy here.  I hope you enjoyed the posts from Bertie and Roscoe in the past couple of weeks.

I’ve been sitting comfortably on my pile of hay, thinking deep thoughts.  Sometimes I sit in my tent, or my tunnel, or on my bed.  I now have both beds.  The newest one, which Midge and I got last autumn came back from the cleaners and I slept in it for a week, because it was Midge’s favourite, but I haven’t slept in it since.

Sometimes I go over to the place where Bertie’s cage starts and sit and watch what he’s up to.  But then I go back and sleep on my pile of hay.  Bertie is funny because he rarely sleeps in his bed.  He sleeps half in and half out.  Sometimes he puts his head on the bed and his body on the floor, and most times he puts his body in the bed and leans his head over the side. As long as he’s comfortable!

I don’t know why I don’t fancy sleeping in either of Midge’s and my beds at the moment.  Maybe they just remind me of him.  Maybe it’s because he’s not sleeping on top of the tunnel, facing me.  It’s only just gone three weeks since he left us, but it seems like months.

Then again, it’s a year since Kevin left us, and that seems like forever. Sometimes I wonder where he is and then I remember. I do that with Midge too. It’s funny to think I’ve had my lump all this time since Kevin left us.  Dr Sally thinks I’m a wonder.  I think that’s a good thing.

I’m fed up with my lump, though. Mummy always gives me a big cuddle when I have to have my meds but I’m fed up with having my meds. The chewy ones are okay though. I find it easier to bite things that stay in chunks rather than things that wrap around my teeth, like lettuce.  Mummy’s noticed I leave a lot of my breakfast.  I can’t really be bothered with it.  Bertie usually finishes it off, I think.  I like the herbs, though.  And the strawberry leaves. And my special pellets.

Why does time go fast, and then go slow? Why does it go fast when I’m sleeping, or when the sun’s out? Why is there more time for cuddles in the morning than in the evening?  I don’t know the answer to any of these questions. If you know, do tell me.

Winter time

Apparently we go onto winter time early on Sunday morning.  Mummy says it won’t make any difference to us, she’ll be down at the same time as usual.  I think that means she’ll be down when she usually comes down relative to the sun.  I noticed a couple of weeks ago that the radio was coming on sooner and sooner before she came down, and also that she’s been going to bed later and later.  By the time they put the clocks back onto winter time, Mummy will have been on winter time herself for a month already. Continue reading “Winter time”