Poor Hoppig
Poor Hoppig got left out through a heavy thunderstorm. He is looking very forlorn. Mum is very good at bringing him in every time Pebbles has taken him outside, as long as she knows he’s there. On this occasion it was only Pebbles saying she couldn’t possibly take a nap unless she has Hoppig, that Mum realised Pebbles had taken him into the garden. Poor thing had been left half way up the orchard, exposed to the elements. Mum told Pebbles that she couldn’t have him back until he’d dried out and unless she hangs him up by his ears, that could take quite a long time. We vetoes the ears idea as being too cruel.
Meanwhile
Meanwhile, Dad flew to America yesterday for work. Unfortunately his suitcase didn’t. We’re waiting to hear how soon they are likely to be reunited and whether Dad is planning to wear the same clothes until they are. Given the weather forecast where he was going was 35 degrees he could get quite smelly very quickly. I knew he should have stayed here, but at least he’s promised to get back for my birthday which I’m very pleased about.
The greenhouse
Finally, Mum has admitted defeat and concluded that she is not competent to repair the greenhouse. Actually, it’s worse than that. I think she’s concluded that it wouldn’t be possible to repair the greenhouse to the standard that would be needed for what she wants to do. She’s thinking of the lemons living in the greenhouse in the winter, which means being able to heat it. Dad is all in favour as he doesn’t like them being in the lounge as they get in the way. That is going to mean replacing the greenhouse. To be honest, I think the last straw was the rat that was in there chewing its way out and undermining some of the supports. Or it might be the rotten bits. One or the other.
Love and licks
Wilma
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