Monday, 1 October 2018
The weekend didn't quite turn out to be entirely my own, but that is life. No sooner had I said that I was going to do nothing more than make fairies than I got an invitation to accompany my daughter into the market town of Louth. No grandchildren, no men. No brainer. I went.
The town was quiet. I took this shot while I was waiting for my daughter, she had gone into the pet shop where she buys supplies for my grandchildren's guinea pigs. They have three of them, at the moment.
Any day now there could be quite a few more.
They have discovered that one of the new female guinea pigs is pregnant and about to present them with some unexpected additions. Unless she has been having secret midnight assignations, the only way she could have become pregnant was before she came to live here.
My grandchildren are delighted, their mother slightly less so.
She didn't go to the shop to complain, more to warn them that their new supplier may need to be more careful. The shop owner was very apologetic, offered extra food, bedding, help, etc. Nothing was accepted, that hadn't been the point of the visit.
There is no way that my grandchildren would let any of their unexpected bonus be stolen away.
Let's hope the new babies are all female, otherwise there could be some hefty castration bills to come!
She left the pet shop owner consulting her list of recently purchased/sold guinea pigs...
Tick tock, time is running away from me. More on this subject in my next post...not guinea pigs, unmarried mothers.