The new house... Again...

The new house now legally belongs to us. This is good because we have already started making big changes. It is bad because we now have 2 sets of bills, but hey ho.

Project House appeared to be taking shape, and then we realised that it needs a new heating system, which puts the whole project back a bit. Too much to do, decreasing amounts of time to do it in.

Upside- the garden looks great, if I may say so myself. We have lots and lots of things plated, and all is going v v well. We have fruit setting on the trees, the chicken run/coop is ready for occupants, the shrubs are looking leafy, and have planted little veggie plots in haxnicks raised bed bags. We have gone a little planting crazy actually, with mini corn, radishes, courgettes, beans, cabbages, broccoli, beetroot, rainbow chard, shallots, salad onions, sunflowers, peppers, tomatoes, potatoes, asparagus, horseradish and strawberries all planted up and doing well.

We have put a gazebo in the garden too: The navy blue Karlso one from Ikea. It is sturdy and does a great job of shutting out light.

Downside- I am getting bored of not getting much done.

New pig

After the death of Woolly, I was immediately worried about Tig. 

So... We have a new guinea pig. 

Matthew was a Pets at Home adoption centre guinea pig, who had no name, so I named him after the guy in the shop. 

After a few little spats Matthew and Tig are best buddies (well, actually, let's not overstate it, they are just less likely to kill each other than they were a week ago).

Another small death in the family

I know it has been a while since I last posted. I also know that the last time was when we had a death, and acknowledge that only logging into write about the demise of another pet is bad blogging.

However, I couldn't just let this sad occasion pass. Woolly, one of the Christmas guinea pigs, died on Friday.

One hour he was happily munching on a carrot, the next... Well, you know.

It upset me a great deal, it always does when the piggies die because it is always so quick.

So, that left Tig, who I didn't want to risk being lonely. The next day we all went up to Ikea to buy things for the new house, and on the way back we popped into Pets at home. We popped out again with a small box containing a tiny little pig from the adoption centre. New pig looks like he was made from all of the left over scraps of guinea pigs and has pink eyes. He didn't have a name, so I called him after the shop assistant.

We hope that Matthew the guinea pig will be happy with us in his new home.