At Last

Well I be pinching mysell to make sure I be awake. They do say that they will be restoring the woodshed to us soon and taking down the ole wicked ash tree that did undermine with its nasty creeping roots.

But I be worritted as I canna help but wonder and wonder will the nastiness return once it has an abode again.

A Day of Sadness and Mourning

Well I be up at starbridge today when I got the message from our nearly neighbour young Miss Stephanie. Her cavey has shuffled off the mortal coil and is no more. She done ask if she can come over and bury the poor sad carcasse in our garden as her own is not big enough for the guinea pig remains.

Of course I canna refuse such a sad requirement. But I do worry that the badgers might .. Oh I darn't think of what they badger folk might do.

A Lengthy Trek

Well tis so long since I get the time to write being as Amos and Effie and me just been on a trek all the way to the fenlands and we only just staggered back this night. But I never been so amazed in all my born days as when I did spot the sign to Husborne Crawley. See I never did think that it was so real a place as to have a signpost. I thought to myself that it was another made up never there place like antatlas or nervanna, or sandbourne.