I'm delighted to bring you breaking news of the big move!
Clearing the Augean stables
At the top of our grounds lies a terrace of brick-built outhouses, comprising three former whippet stables and a wood store, all lovingly constructed almost a century ago by the original owner of the House, a coal-importer and dog-racing aficianado.
In spring this year we took advantage of the uncommonly mild weather to clear out two of the outhouses at the far end of the terrace. It was a truly Herculean task involving the extraction of some twenty seven years' worth of discarded gardening, decorating and general accumulated detritus, all of which was then piled unceremoniously, load by load into the back of our camper-van for haulage to the local tip. The landfill capacity of the West Midlands now stands sorely depleted as a consequence.
New homes
The outhouses cleared we settled upon the middle whippet-stable to house our bonsai herd of guinea pigs, having previously quartered them in the dimmest inner recesses of our garage. At first, the pigs were homed in their original cages, a pair of two-level bijou rodent apartments, but their new surroundings befitted accommodation on a much grander scale. So after a brief but fruitful foray into Master Amazon's finest cyber iron-mongery emporium two C&C cage-kits were delivered to the House a few days ago.
It's fair to say the pigs are delighted with their new-found estates. The sound of happy squeaking now greets my twice daily appearance in their outhouse with fresh stocks of vegetables and hay.
Even better, their old cages might well prove handy for a little guinea pig maternity suite should my better half be persuaded. Anyone fancy a piglet?
Best regards,
electrofried(mr)
