In case you missed the story of the escaped guinea pig at the weekend. Rebellious and adventure seeking guinea pig called Cotton managed to perform a dramatic dive from my arms into a very thick hedgerow, Saturday lunch time. Various rescue attempts were made throughout the day, best one being by a very drunk husband after returning from afternoon in the pub (head wetting, not common Saturday activity). This involved demanding the children get down from the dinner table mid eating their tea and marching the whole family outside to poke sticks in hedge and make noise. Didn’t work, anyway I’d already tried it but the effort of trying to tell inebriated other half wasn’t worth it. So the little fella spent a night in the wilderness. Youngest son very concerned especially since it’s not long since the death of Cotton’s predecessor (see A Death in the Family). My stress levels rocketing, because of the trauma my son might yet again be exposed to, the guilt that this was indeed my fault and husband being a complete handful.
Sunday morning after little sleep and husband with headache and little recollection, we manage to rescue the guinea pig. Relief all round. Here are the pictures of a reunited rodent and his adoring owner.