It’s hols time.
We are more crowded at this time of the year for the
humans are all on their summer holidays, which means their guineas have to come
here for their summer hols too. We don’t mind, of course, for most of them are
old friends, some were even born here and their mums are still living here.
Emma,
who has been away fro a few weeks with a certain Mr Bumble, a very handsome
Peruvian lad, has returned. We are pleased to announce that as a result of her
stay with the lad we are expecting a happy event in a few weeks time. She is
eating and drinking for
Himself,
is crossing his fingers that Emma will litter down when he is here so that he
can take photographs of her in action. However, we have told her to wait till
he is sleep, and try not to grunt too loud when she has her fist contractions
or he’ll wake up and start flashing that damned camera.
We
have all coped very well with the hot weather; with plenty of fans, and all the
windows open so we have a nice through draft. Himself was flagging a bit, built
for heat, him, prefers the colder weather. Odd bod, really, but does come in
handy when it comes to coming up with the fresh grass and greens, topping up
the troughs and water bottles, and as a general handyman. We could of course
get another one but it’s all the time and effort it takes to train a new human.
You see, they are not very bright in the brain department and you have to
scream at them a lot to get them to respond properly. In short, you simply
can’t get the staff these days.
His
American friend is coming over in the autumn, she is female so is far more
sensible and happens to think that we are all very snog-worthy. This means, of
course, that we get extra goodies per snog! Roll autumn, say we all.