It’s been a bit of a mad day. My crocheting attempts were thwarted by a tiny baby guinea pig…
But then we came home, and everything went downhill.
I gathered my things to have some crochet time in the garden whilst the little one played.
I’m just finishing off my chenille cushion cover, and I’m really happy with how it’s looking.
Unfortunately, I haven’t managed to pick up the hook yet… as before I began I went to put the guinea pigs into their new run first.
I popped two in, and turned around to gather the next batch. But was stopped mid-spin by my daughters shrieks of dismay.
The new run’s bars were too far apart – and the baby guinea pig simply slipped straight through and into the flower beds…
Who eventually managed to get herself throughly stuck in the middle of a very thick plant.
And so our girl watched in horror as two grown adults crawled through the undergrowth, shouting pointless instructions at each other, tripping over their own feet and making grabs for a tiny, wiggly, worried little Dash.
Ten manic minutes later we had her safe and sound, but my right hand is ripped to shreds from climbing under the bushes.
I gave up on hooking for the rest of the day, and the guinea pigs happily munched dandelions in the old run.
They’re definitely safer with us, without a lid, than free running around the garden.
This evening’s crochet will be carried out with great care. And the next time I buy a guineapig run, I might just check the gaps before popping them inside…