Monday, 23 March 2009

In which there is snortling.

As well as liking shiny things, I also like interesting sounds. Last time Mr P stayed over, he recorded the sounds I make when I sleep. It turns out I don't snore, I snortle! (Well, that's when I'm not shouting or screaming in my sleep. I'm not a restful person to lie next to.) He also recorded the sounds Yona makes when she snuffles around.

At the weekend, I heard Yona snoring. It sounded like whee (pause) whee (pause) whee (pause). I want Mr P to record this, and do some grand mash up of animal sleepy noises, including Bryher's snortles.

Then he could put it on the compilation album he's making me, which also includes this song: I love Mr P, he's as strange as I am.

Wednesday, 11 March 2009

In which I learn something.

This week, I learnt there is no place from which a hog cannot escape.

Lots of my lovely new colleagues have asked me to bring Yona into work, so I thought I'd oblige last Friday. So I found a big cardboard box, with deep sides, put Yona and her bedding in there, and went off to have my breakfast. When I came back, there was no hog. I searched everywhere in my bedroom, pulling out all the boxes and bags from under my bed, and eventually found her at the back of my wardrobe, in a 2 inch gap behind a painting propped up against the wall.

Suffice to say, I wasn't going to use that box to take her to the office!

Last night, I partitioned off an area of my room for her to have a scuttle. She'll be safe there, I thought, until I heard an unusual noise. It was the noise of a hedgehog climbing up the pedals of my harmonium, and trying to squeeze inside. So I rescued her, and moved the partition so she couldn't get near the harmonium. I continued to read on my bed, until I heard a similarly odd noise.

As I rescued the hedgehog from the harmonium for the second time, I realised I'm not a normal girl.

Anyway, she's in work today, secure (?!) in a plastic box from Morrisons. There are air holes, REALLY deep sides and a lid. I think we're safe....