K is for Kevin – and Percy – who I mentioned earlier in the week. If you haven’t met them yet, get over to George’s Guinea Pig World and see what their favourite thing today is. Although, as it starts with K, I know what it is, and you may not find it awe-inspiring. Each to his own.
Kevin and Percy are blogging from A to Z this month. They usually only do Mondays. I thought I’d do an interview with them, since my theme this year is ‘what I normally do on my blog’, and interviews definitely happen.
So, welcome, Kevin and Percy, to my blog.
How are you today?
K: very well, thank you, Jemima
P: yes, thank you, Mummy.
K: psst, call her Jemima.
P: why? She’s called Mummy.
K: Oh, never mind
For our readers, would you like to tell people who you are…
… what you look like, and anything else you’d like to say about yourself.
K: I’m Kevin, I’m six years old, which is pretty old, really. I’m ginger and white with a swirl in my hair between my ears called a crest. I was born on Jersey, in the Channel Islands, and I came to live with Mummy, sorry, Jemima, along with my friend Colman, in 2012. And Colman lived till he was seven, which is very old.
P: I’m Percy, I’m black with a few ginger hairs, and I came to live here a little while ago (how long, Mummy? J: eighteen months, Perce) Eighteen months ago. And I might be about three. We don’t know. I’m a mystery pig, really. And I can shout very very loudly when I want to.
What are you blogging about this month?
P: Our favourite things.
K: Yes, our favourite things.
P: Mostly your favourite things. Some of the things you blog about I don’t like.
K: Really? What don’t you like?
P: Well, I’m not that keen on kale, for example.
K: But kale’s delicious – especially straight from the garden. What else don’t you like?
P: Celery, broccoli, funny salad leaves, coriander, corn, beans, bean leaves…
K: But they’re all delicious! Mummy gets those for special treats for us.
P: Yes, I wish she wouldn’t. Oh, I don’t like tomatoes either.
K: (sigh) I’ll have yours.
P: I wish she’d give me carrots more often. I like carrots. They’re my favourite.
K: She gives me carrots.
P: There you are then, it’s not fair. Just because you’re skinny and need feeding up, and I’m the heaviest piggy she’s ever had.
K: You don’t look heavy, though.
P: No, it’s all muscle.
Er, boys, thank you, this is great, but the readers may be getting bored with your bickering.
K: Oh, we’re great friends really.
P: Yes, we are. And we’re very cuddly, especially if you’ve got some nice fresh cucumber to give us.
Whose birthday cake is that in the picture at the top?
P: Mine. I was three. We guesstimated my birthday and had a party in the garden with Midge and Oscar. I love parties. And cake, made of mushed up pellets and herbs. It’s delicious. Can we have another?
J: Not till July, when Midge and Oscar will be three.
P: That’s a long time to wait.
K: Is it time to go into the runs out on the grass yet, Mummy?
K: So do I. I forgot to tell them that I’m in your books, especially books 5, 7, and 8.
Well, you squeezed that in all right! Say goodbye now.
P: Bye bye!