HELLO from me; HELLO from 't Trotters. They're all in their nest drowsing after a night of urgently dashing through their 3-level tunnels set-up, frantically nibbling at the Italian soft cheese tubs they use as toilet and bedroom (but thankfully not normally both at once) and scrabbling at the corner glass as if it's somehow going to give way, leading to a crumbly paradise of roborovski seeds and treats.

Sergeant Bashful has not tried to savage me for over 3 days, which is quite something. Itchy did a ping off my hand yesterday and nearly ended up on the floor, which could have been fatal. She's so very quick and always determined to make the absolute most out of any unexpected freedom, which has made the average length of previous disappearances over 48 hours ~ long enough to have totally given up hope of ever seeing her again, dead or alive (without lifting't floorboards...)

How come the hamsters on the internet always look rounder and tubbier than mine? I'm hardly underfeeding. I don't know what I'm doing wrong. Perhaps mine get too much exercise..?..

I WERE NOT IN A PRETTY MOOD AT ALL EARLIER; I were forced into an antidrugs group, where the Invigilator, or whatever they call themselves, enquired of me "what was my best hope for today's session"?
I had to bite so hard on my tongue not to say "my just getting the hell out of here and going straight home". In the end it got a bit more constructive. But like a jackhammer on the brain, it hurts...

NOW I'M OFF TO PURCHASE FISH FINGERS. I've eaten all't old ones. Even't value ones are all gone (and how gross were they? I'm convinced part of the recipe was mashed up white fish entrails. From now on I'm into strictly fillet fish fingers only ...

RIGHTY HO I'd better go before I drop off ter sleep or send yous all off dozing... bubbyes (as we used to say in hardcore primary school)...

Tut following vid were filmed at Freddi Mercuri's 39th bithdai paati...