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Meet Jemima, the latest addition to an already overcrowded house

Billy and Jemima

MEET Jemima, the latest addition to the household.

Yes, yes, I know I was avoiding getting a pet as we can barely keep up with the four little monkeys for whom we’re already responsible.

But I was sucker for those big eyes, that doleful expression . . . not from the hamster, from Billy.

So for his 8th birthday, we surprised him with Jemima, a Syrian hamster.

Actually, it wasn’t even his birthday yet. I collected her the day before, and I had three-year-old Bonnie with me.

There was no way we were going to be able to keep a secret for 24 hours, even though she and I had several chats about what a secret was.

“I know secrets,” she said, slightly put-out that I would think otherwise. “Peppa Pig has a secret box and then George cries and then they have a secret club with Susie Sheep but Mummy Pig gets it wrong.”

To tell her NOT to talk about it when we picked up the boys from school was a big ask.

The older two, who were in on the secret, managed to talk loudly over Bonnie in the car when it seemed she was about to blab.

We realised there was no way Jemima was going to stay in our room overnight without Bonnie exploding with excitement, so we brought her cage into the boys’ room early. Billy was delighted.

We had a hamster before, when Jed and Doug were little, and to be frank, it wasn’t a happy arrangement. They were probably too young.

Doug had been nipped on the finger early on and had refused to have anything to do with the (oddly-named) Outfit from that point. Jed was sporadically interested but all the mucking out and feeding fell inevitably to me. When Bloke bought a more interesting cage with tunnels and pipes, Outfit stubbornly set up camp in one corner and refused to move.

Jemima is a whole different hamster. She was her pet shop’s ‘handling hamster’ during children’s clubs and so doesn’t mind being picked up and held.

She gets excited and swings from paw to paw along the roof of her cage when Billy gets up in the morning and comes home from school.

She takes to her exercise ball like an Olympic athlete in a Zorbing ball, shooting across the room bashing into the piles of discarded clothes and general rubbish scattered around the boys’ room. She doesn’t even wake them up when spinning in her cage wheel at night.

Sometimes, when I’m popping in to pick up the aforementioned laundry, she comes to see who’s there. I find myself mesmerised as she scurries around her cage, swinging and climbing, stashing food in her cheeks for later.

Both the older boys enjoy her company, putting her in her ball when they are meant to be doing homework. And as for Bonnie, she has introduced yet more conditions into her daily routine, including saying Good Morning and Goodnight to the hamster that so far hasn’t bitten her.

Of course, within the first few hours she’d had a nibble on both Dougie and Billy’s fingers. It was just after reminded them that fingers must never be poked into the cage as Jemima will think it’s a carrot. They learned their lesson, and thankfully we’ve had no nipping since.

In short, we’ve been very lucky to get such a lovely hamster. Only thing is, because she was adopted, we haven’t a clue how old she is. They live around three years, and we’re hoping she’s not actually an unusually active granny hamster otherwise we’ll soon have a houseful of heartbreak on our hands.

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The Lion King with little monkeys

 IT was Dougie’s 12th birthday, and as an extraordinary treat, we all went to see the Lion King on stage in London’s West End.

It was a secret, kept for months, which none of the children were allowed in on, despite much begging and pleading. First rule of birthday surprise? No-one talks about birthday surprise.

For much of the run-up, the boys were convinced they were going to the Northampton Saints vs Leeds rugby match. It would have been a good day, especially as they won, and a treat, because it’s just too expensive for six of us to go more than once in a blue moon.

However, when we got them up early, and then pulled into the train station, they were properly confused. It was great. For once, we knew more than the kids.

All the way down they tried to catch us out: “So, what time do we have to be at the . . . what was it again?”

On the train, we ended up (standing) next to another family going to the West End to see The Wizard of Oz. Their girls knew, but as it was their first time on a train, and their first visit to London, they were already bouncing off the walls with excitement.

I know!” shouted Dougie, barely able to contain himself, “We’re going to watch Man U V Chelsea!”

That’s tomorrow,” reminded Bloke.

In the tube stations they watched carefully as we worked out which stops we needed, to see if it gave them a clue. It didn’t.

When we walked out at Covent Garden, the first thing they saw was a set of their grandparents, waving. Now they were really confused. Especially Bonnie. Why was Gang-Gang not at her house? And where was Toby, their dog?

Granddad told them we were going to have lunch, and let the first and only clue slip: “The restaurant’s down here, and it’s near the theatre.”

The boys were straight on it. “Is it Shrek? Is it Wicked?” We stayed tight-lipped all through lunch. The questioning continued relentlessly.

Billy was the first to really get it when we approached the theatre by a side road when he saw a poster. We actually got the secret almost to the door.

The show was amazing, well, what I saw of it. Bonnie decided that despite usually behaving on theatre trips, and a plethora of bribes, now would be the time to hop on and off everyone’s laps every few minutes, lie on the floor, kick the seats in front and shout loudly “Is that the BADDIE?”

When I gave her a whispered telling off, she started wailing and much to my embarrassment, an usher came to, well, usher us out until Bonnie calmed down. I watched the rest of the show from the back while Bonnie rolled about on the floor, laughing.

Thankfully, the birthday boy saw it all and loved it, and was delighted it had been a genuine surprise.

It ups the ante for next year though. Perhaps we can start saving for a Saints’ game next May . . .

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