Travels Around My Room: The Desk

Stuck inside, I started to wander and wonder.

I stare at the shiny orange-brown surface and wonder: is it beech? And then I question, given the retailer, if it would be beech or is it likely some kind of plastic, imitation, faux effect of beech? I don’t think they use real wood in desks. I don’t think they use real wood in much nowadays.

I stop myself from googling the type of wood.

It’s so easy to look online. To search for the answer. To search for anything.

Search is second-nature. Just ask Alexa. Or Siri.

I think search destroyed so much imagination.

And so I sit here pondering some more on the grains, on the stripes of tree bark which I’ve never noticed until now. The streaks of age before the trunk was cut and life was stopped.

And then I wonder if the grain is even real? Maybe it’s just injected dye stained across this laminated surface to make it look like wood.

The thought crosses my mind that maybe the desk is metal? That it’s all a ruse and the desk made to look like wood, isn’t in fact wood, and it’s made from the remains of a car. If cars are made from metal?

I hold the surface. It’s too warm for metal. And then I wonder why I even thought that.

And I realise it’s because I wanted to entertain something stupid.

And then I say, if you wanted to think something stupid, you would ask: is my desk made of blancmange?

Now that would be really insane to think my desk was made of blancmange. But then without wanting to stop this train of thought, because it is rather entertaining, I then contemplate what flavour it may be.

I look at the patina and see the reflection of the light on the shiny surface. The answer should be butterscotch, if I was going by the colour alone. But I’m not sure I’d like a desk made of butterscotch blancmange, when I think of butterscotch flavouring, I think of Angel Delight.

I eyeball the smooth texture again and decide it should be strawberry flavoured. A strawberry flavoured desk made of blancmange would be ideal.

And how does it stay up? I ask myself.

I look at the grey legs and decide they are chocolate flakes. The sheer physics of how I sit at a desk made of strawberry blancmange and chocolate flakes is neither here nor there.

It doesn’t matter to me how my laptop stays on top of my imagined desk, in fact, I think I’d rather see my laptop as a chocolate button. Like the giant ones Cadbury’s brought in a few years ago. And I look at my table light as it swathes me and my giant button in its glow and I decide it can be an orange smartie.

Again, it matters not that an orange smartie does not emit a glow. If you shone a torch on it, it probably would emit something.

But it need not matter.

The truth of any of it, need not matter.

What matters most, is to use my imagination. There is no sense to be made. Making sense is a very boring occupation.

I thought that when I watched the news today. When I tried to look ahead and think of what the future holds.

It made me feel bleak. It made me feel down. It made me feel upset about too many things.

And so I came to my desk, where I spend too much time, and I made it a fantasy of blancmange and chocolate.

And I like this fantasy, my little dream world, so I will allow it to continue.

I sit here now, writing on a giant chocolate button atop a strawberry blancmange stilted by Cadbury’s flakes and life is a joy.

I will remember, however, not to lick anything!

Can You Be Eternal Forever: Really?

Eternal Forever claims to be the first UK digital legacy management agency. Their offering: online immortality.

Given how much of our time we spend online, it’s a pretty hot prospect as a business idea. Eternal Forever means you can remain online, even after you’re dead.

But how does it work?

Mack Majors, the account director at Eternal Forever, explains: ‘We provide a full-service account curation and clean-up of your digital profile after you’ve departed. Upon your passing, we manage the digital footprint you’ve left behind to create a cohesive posthumous identity to remain alive online forever. We use AI algorithms that behave as if you’re still here. We can even create pictures of your favourite places with you in them eating your favourite food – with your favourite friends!’

‘People often forget how many online accounts they have. We’re not just talking the socials and email, but also loyalty cards signed up and never used, picture sharing sites, blogs, the list goes on. What we do is curate and cleanse your digital profile to ensure the safety and
security of your data. You have to be careful because there are hackers who could use the information in nefarious ways. Our role is to preserve and protect your online identity.’

‘We strongly believe death isn’t the end, but an in-between stage before the next status update from your digital legacy manager. At Eternal Forever we offer the gift of immortality: You don’t have to be alive to be online.’

Eternal Forever have a three-tier service system offering basic account closure, clean up and close, to full curation. The services cater for the needs of the customer and their digital demands.

Since launch, Eternal Forever have been gaining subscribers at a rate many start-ups would envy, plus they have investors clamouring all over them desperate to be in on the next big thing.

But what’s the catch?

Eternal Forever is not real.

Eternal Forever is the eponymous name of Syl Water’s novel on which Eternal Forever is based. It’s an idea she had years ago when she saw how dead stars such as Elvis Presley had Twitter and Facebook accounts.

‘It got my brain churning,’ she says, ‘I thought to myself how fascinating to still be alive online even though you’re dead.’

And so started the journey into writing her first novel. A book, she admits, went through various iterations and took four years to complete. ‘In the beginning I tried to shoehorn too many stories and characters in, I didn’t give them room to breathe and the story got lost. After too-many-rewrites-I-lost-count I ended up with the final book.’

And you’d be forgiven for thinking Eternal Forever is likely a work of sci-fi, but Waters’ love of cozy murder mystery, saw her turn, what many would think a future dystopia, into an easily accessible whodunit.

‘I didn’t want to make Eternal Forever hard for people to get their head around. I know the fundamental idea can be a bit freaky and I wanted to make it as everyday as possible. I know some people think I missed a trick by not going down the ‘Black Mirror’ path, but that wasn’t what I wanted and not how my brain works. This was an idea which I wanted to appeal to people in their everyday lives, because the net is so part of our lives. It’s a tricky balance, but I wanted to make the thought of being alive online when you’re dead, as normal as having breakfast in the morning.’

Asked if she believes there could be a digital afterlife management agency like her fictional Eternal Forever company, Waters says, ‘I often said to myself rather than writing about this tech service, I should build it. Maybe I could turn it into the unicorn the staff and investors believe it could be!’

Will that ever happen?

Watch this space.

This article originally appeared in CoFounder. I’m grateful to them for humouring me.

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Is this guinea pig toy really a sex doll?

So you know how things are, you’ve got stuff to do and you don’t feel like doing them. You procrastinate a bit, make a tea, pretend you’re going to focus and before you know it your fingers are flying and you’ve opened up a whole internet storm of stuff.

So, today I found myself perusing Amazon to find a guinea pig toy. I don’t have a garden and only a small flat in a city so I can’t have a guinea pig at home. However, despite the numerous guinea pig themed paraphernalia I have about the place, I realised today I was missing an actual guinea pig toy.

What did you say?

No guinea pig toy?

I know, it’s bad and sad, so I decided to rectify it sharpish by tootling my fingers along the keyboard and selecting a soon-to-be lifelike toy.

Now the key thing about choosing a piggy companion is that I wanted life-like. I know full well he is going to be a toy and is not real, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want him to look real (in case you’re wondering why I keep referring to him, it’s because I want him to be a boy like Mr Bob).

So size is important.

You want a cuddly piggie which is the actual size of a guinea pig. And that may sound like the easiest thing a manufacturer of toy guinea pigs could do – but you’d be surprised.

One toy I was considering, until I read a review, informed me the product was on the small size and more like a ‘Syrian hamster’ than a guinea pig. For what it’s worth, a Syrian hamster is about 13-18 cm in length, versus 20-25cm for a guinea pig, so there’s considerable differences at stake here. Another reviewer said the product reminded her of a two-month old guinea pig, and while pups are cute I was looking for a fully-grown specimen.

Size being an important aspect, I was therefore delighted to discover a toy that was 24 cm in length and quickly scrolled through the reviews. I was delighted to read about somebody who bought it for their grandson, who’s in a similar situation to me living in a flat with no garden, and apparently he loves his new friend and it goes everywhere with him. so I’m excited by this.

I’m about to hit the *buy* button.

But then Amazon does that thing – they display other items that ‘may’ be of interest. And you know, you can’t help yourself but to take a little peek.

So I open up the recommendation and I’m a bit surprised, because this piggie, in my mind, doesn’t look as much like a guinea pig as the others, and it’s also only 18 cm – which is more like a Syrian hamster.

Still, I’m intrigued and start to read the reviews. I read how people are buying them as companions for their piggies – and I start to think to myself – hold on, this must be super realistic then, maybe I’m being too human about this?

Until then I read the following review from Stephanie which says:

“I bought two of these for my own live guinea pigs after one of them in particular had become somewhat ‘amorous’ with this bedding. Being the wonderful owner that I am I thought he would prefer a little guinea teddy to spend his nights with and so bought these. Although upon reflection; looking around at these other reviews I feel slightly bad for turning an innocent child’s toy into well, essentially, a sex doll.”

Stephanie was kind enough to even include a picture of her two boys with the toys, fortunately, not an action shot.

She goes onto say the toys are pretty realistic although a little smaller than the description “but hey, who hasn’t got into bed with something only to find it a little smaller than expected” but that “The teddies are machine washed regularly with no issues.”

And I’m sure Stephanie was jesting (kinda), but as we all know: Many a truth is said in jest.

And somehow, when I flicked back to the cute face of the cuddly companion I was about to buy, the same glee of innocence was no longer there.

I never needed my guinea pig toy to be machine washable. I needed him to be cute and adorable and make me squee with joy, now when I looked at him I thought of Stephanie’s boys…and you don’t want me to write the rest!

It’s time to find out: Who Killed Patrick?

I’m so thrilled today to welcome my new book baby to the world: ‘Who Killed Patrick?’

This is the first book in my Mr Bob Murder Mystery series featuring Mr Bob the guinea pig as he and Tarah turn amateur sleuths to find out the truth.

It’s set in Corralejo, Fuerteventura, an area I have been visiting for 25 years and a place I love so much!

It’s a cozy crime novel, which means it’s more of a whodunit. I don’t like being scared and I don’t like violent crime and blood makes me squeamish, so you won’t find any of those nasty things! But what you will find is plenty of action and a story I hope you will enjoy set in a place where you can feel the sunshine on your face and the wind in your hair.

When I wrote this book I always envisaged I’d have some sort of fun launch party in Fuerteventura, but the situation means that’s not to be. And I have to be honest it left me feeling a bit flat.

But, I’m so very lucky and I’m feeling so loved, because the people I’ve reached out to in Fuerteventura have supported me.

Amelia Bolger, a popular vlogger based in Fuerteventura mentioned my new book and Corralejo Info ran an article

I know these are difficult times and there’s more to life than good times and holidays, but I also believe good times are needed in these bad times. Good thoughts can lead to good things.

I started writing ‘Who Killed Patrick?’ with the main aim of fun escapism with a bit of drama thrown in. I’d also say, underlying the main story is an alternative love story, it’s not the Hollywood version of romance, but I think it shows the reality of love in all it’s different guises.

To give you a taster of the book I’ve included a short extract below. The context is that Tarah, the main protagonist, is in Fuerteventura where she’s taken a job managing a holiday apartment complex. Patrick, a guest, has been found dead and now his wife has gone missing and they are looking for her.

If you’ve been to Corralejo, I wonder if you will recognise the place I’m describing!

“The sea at night looks black. White crusts form, foam and crash down onto the shore. At any other time, I’ve always thought the sea at night looks beautiful, but tonight, it looks menacing. The crests and troughs look savage and wild. Where before the sea had signalled freedom, adventure and a force of nature, now all I can see is a fierce, rampant monster smashing against the sand, pulverising and pummelling anything in its way.

The streetlights bordering the walkway of the seafront promenade throw off a yellowish-orange glow, illuminating the path in a low, cloudy, candlelit way. Their dim radiance throws off enough light for visibility, but not enough to see. I switch on my torch and the white beam feels harsh in contrast to the darkness all around. I’m tempted to turn it back off again for the light feels too abrasive, but then I remember the reason why I’m out here in the middle of the night.

Click to order ‘Who Killed Patrick?’

Is music for guinea pigs really a thing?

So internet wormholes being what they are, I found myself on a journey. You know it’s one of those journeys where you forget what you set out to discover and instead spin your eyeballs with the amount of tabs you have open.

And then your computer wheezes because it cannot believe how many different sites you’re trying to access all at once.

Because, of course, you’ve forgotten what you set out to do in the first place.

Anyways, I think I might have been looking for a shoe rack. This was prompted by the fact my hallway is akin to a jumble-sale and I am sick to death of tripping over the myriad of footwear littering my floor.

And it’s a small floor, so every centimetre counts.

This little idea set me off on a task which then necessitated finding the measuring tape (where on earth did I put it, I was quite sure I’d put it back in that safe place where the measuring tape always lives) but where-oh-where is it now?

The fabled safe place, had indeed, become a fable.

Thus I had to then hunt down the paper one I remember stashing when I went to IKEA a gazillion years ago. This, I was quite sure, lived in the drawer along with other stationery items. It was not there – of course – because when can you ever find something when you need it?

Deciding the tape measure was off having an affair with the stapler (that seems to have gone walkies as well, thus my theory they have eloped), I tried to measure out the space with a sheet of A4 having found the measurements online (opening yet another tab – A4 measures 29.7cm length-ways in case you were wondering).

Tackling the height of the proposed said shoe rack with a wafting sheet of A4 was trickier, and it was at this moment I swallowed my pride and did the thing nobody really wants to do: I knocked on my neighbours’ door and asked to borrow a tape measure.

Amazingly, their tape measure had not gone on holiday/eloped/disappeared and they were able to locate it in a matter of seconds.

Armed with the tools of the trade I then set to work. I noted down the measurements and then all I had to do was click the order button.

Of course, if you’ve opened a dizzying array of tabs, it’s pretty tricky trying to find your way back.

It was then that I came across a random site I had been meaning to look at and distracted by I don’t know what, I carried on clicking.

Click-happy is not the phase you should be in when you’re trying to buy a shoe rack.

But of course, I digress yet again, because the purpose of this post was to share with you how today I have learned music for guinea pigs is a thing (maybe?) On YouTube I have found a variety of tunes for piggies to dance and strut to and I thought I would share them.

Well, that and the story of my shoe rack, which if you’re interested, I still haven’t bought!

 

How Writers Overcome Self Doubt

So after weeks and months of writing, worrying, editing, occasional flashes of excitement and a lot more worry, it’s almost time for the publication of my book baby: Who Killed Patrick?

I’d love to say writing a book is easy, but it’s not. It’s not the actual act of writing which is so hard (although it has to be said trying to find that volume of words – 80-odd thousand – to connect in a logical order is no mean feat), but what many writers battle with is the ever present danger of self doubt.

Self doubt kills creativity.

Self doubt destroys the dream you may one day make it to The End.

Self doubt ensures you never feel good about the sentence you just wrote, even though yesterday it made your heart sing.

And so the only way writers who end up finishing and actually publishing their books, are those that battled through the self doubt to hope/wish/cherish the idea that maybe they are good enough. Despite the amount of book choice out there, you’d be surprised how many quit on their dream and never make it to The End.

And I know it’s really easy as a reader to criticise (I do it myself, I’m human too), but I often spare a thought for the creator. What I have in my head when you’re reading my words, may not be the same meaning you have in your head. Words are empty vessels, it’s you as the reader who fill them up with significance.

I’ve spent the last few weeks busy in excitement. I ordered special hand made guinea pig gift wrap from America to wrap up my paperbacks before sending them to reviewers. And now I nervously wait to hear their feedback.

I’ve forced myself to take some time off (thank you kind weather for sending sunshine to Devon) and I treated myself to some new flipflops (Crocs, Swiftwater – highly recommended!)

I’ve already participated in some book blogger Q&A’s, written some guest blog posts and eagerly hope reviewers and readers will find fun and good times in my new book.

Books are to authors, as children are to mothers.

We want the best for our offspring. We nurture them and we love them and then we send them off into the world hoping they will make their own way. We’re sad when they leave, we worry about the dangers they may face, but we’re excited for them to find their own happiness. And it may sound strange, but as an author you want your book to shine on it’s own, to grow independent and no longer need your support. Of course, you will always be there to love and take care of it, but there comes a time when your book needs to stand up for itself.

To live independently in the minds of readers.

I know for me, despite the passage of time, my characters stay with me for years afterwards. I wonder about them, I think about what they may be doing next, about what other problems may have befallen them.

I like to challenge myself and when faced with an issue in life, I think about what my characters would do if they were me. People are all so different and I get such a variety of answers, it’s brilliant. Having a whole host of characters on tap to apply to life’s problems is the writerly way to gain perspective.

Although it must be said, sometimes there’s such a thing as too many viewpoints!

But I digress, and what I want to say is to publish a book, thousands of words that have sat on an author’s screen for months on end, is no small thing. But the biggest thing, I think, is for an author to be brave enough to push through the self doubt and to say to the world: Here, read my words.

Self doubt is a killer, but bravery is the best form of defence.

Want to feel like a pilot flying to Fuerteventura?

So until today I’ve never considered myself to be an airplane nerd.

I’m also not a gamer (unless you include board games!) And so it took me by surprise that I’ve now spent the best part of the last hour watching this YouTube video of a flight simulator from Malaga (LEMG) to Fuerteventura (GCFV).

I don’t know how it happened – but internet wormholes are what they are!

And I’ve got to tell you: it was mesmerising.

Knowing there’d be scenery of Fuerteventura was my pull, but what I didn’t expect was to be so addicted to all the onboard action and button pressing.

As I say, I’m not a gamer – I don’t even know the language for these things.

But, what got me about the whole experience was how life-like it was. If ever you wanted to feel like a pilot, then this simulation game is it. I looked out of the window, controlled the flight paths, door locks, stairs (in the virtual vicarious sense of the word), and it was amazing.

The plane you’re flying is a Vueling A320 and from where you’re sat, you can see everything including the engines, the wings – heck you can even see the ground staff looking fed up with their lives as they wait for you to take-off!

If you’re more into games/ simulators/ planes than what I am, this video has been released by Fly X who are a flight simulation scenery development company that develops airport scenery. I’m not sure on the technical details as I’m just an amateur observer, but what I can say from my position is: WOW.

Who knew watching somebody flying a plane could be so fascinating!

I loved being able to pretend for a while to be a pilot and see what a pilot may see and look down on the beautiful island of Fuerteventura. As most visitors know, the island is primarily served by tour operators such as Ryan Air, Wizz Air and Norwegian. And I was impressed by the level of detail which even included the tour buses at the front of the airport when you arrived.

Flying over the island and seeing the golden sands was a real treat, but what I didn’t expect was to enjoy the landing into Caleta so much! It’s a landing I’ve done so many times (always with much excitement), but this time to see it from the pilot’s seat was extraordinary! The screenshots are so realistic and you actually feel like you’re on the runway about to land…and you’re holding yourself ready for the jolt!

And it’s not just the imagery you’re looking at – they also have audio instructions to ensure you’ve put your fuel pumps on, disengaged the parking brake and to start the engines. There are so many controls I wouldn’t know where to start and so it was a pleasure to watch somebody else take the controls, but feel like you were doing it. So clever.

What I also really enjoyed was the guy who was doing the flight simulator had been to Fuerteventura in real life as well, so he knows the wonders of the island on offer!

When we arrived the temperature was 26 degrees and it was time to call the stairs and the baggage handlers.

And in that moment I also thought I’d arrived.

Sadly, looking out at my British grey clouds, I know that not to be the case.

Anyway, if you’ve ever wondered what it’s like to be a pilot and fly to Fuerteventura here’s your chance. It’s cheaper and easier than trying to get your pilot’s licence! And for those tourists who’ve always wondered what it’s like to be upfront – here’s the virtual deal.

It may be tricky to travel right now, but I for one, feel like I arrived in Fuerteventura today 🙂

How Do You Tell People You’ve Written A Book? (And you want them to read it!)

Writing a book is hard. But getting the word out you’ve written a book is even harder.

Everywhere you look people are publishing books (or so it seems when you’re an author), and so trying to share – without ramming it down people’s throats – is a fine art of balancing.

And so, not wanting to be one of those people who beg their friends and family to read my books, I decided to reach out and find what other authors do.

A book blog tour, is what I learned.

And so off with my little fingers a-tapping on the keyboard I found myself Rachel, a recommended book blog tour organiser who sorts it all out for you. In exchange for a small pot of gold, Rachel contacts all the people in her network (book bloggers, bookstagrammers etc) who may be interested in reading and reviewing your book.

Rachel is super lovely, but it’s a pretty anxiety-inducing time because you’re sending your book out into the world and hoping bloggers will be interested enough in your offering to want to read it.

As book bloggers, they’ve seen a lot of books, so it stands to reason they’re pretty selective about what they will and won’t read.

And I don’t think I’d realised how nervous I’d feel about this whole thing. Because not only do you have the thing about ‘does anybody want to read it?’ you also have the additional thing of ‘will anybody like it?’

And that does send you into a bit of a spin, I have to confess. But it’s a spin of excitement and anxiety and hope and fear and so many emotions it’s hard to know what the real thing actually is.

So I decided not to dwell. Dwelling on such a range of emotions will positively get me nowhere. Thus I decided to compartmentalise that part of my brain, it wasn’t easy. But with big thoughts about walls and ignorance and focussing on other stuff it worked.

So it was with utter delight when I read the email from Rachel informing me my book blogging tour for Who Killed Patrick? was full!

And it was with complete astonishment when I read the amount of book bloggers who wanted to do Q&A’s with me, who wanted unique extracts and who wanted me to write guest posts for their blogs. Little ole me? You want to know me and have a piece of me?

I won’t lie, I shivered with delight and tapped away again.

I don’t really know what to expect from this upcoming book blog tour for Who Killed Patrick? But what I do know already, is that the experience has exceeded my expectations.

To feel wanted to be read is such a special feeling. And it’s that I cherish. Of course, I want everyone to love my story and my characters. But that’s the next stage of this process (at least for me mentally!)

For now, I’m so happy with the start, book bloggers want to read my book and I’m going on tour. I’m not compartmentalizing anymore, I’m flooding with delight 🙂

5 Things I Miss About Fuerteventura

For over 20 years I’ve been going to Fuerteventura, and no, I know I don’t look old enough (!), but I was an early discoverer.

I have been fortunate to visit the island multiple times per year for many years and sadly, I admit, until recently, I’ve taken it for granted. Cheap flights and being able to work remotely meant I could bag any cheap flight without a second thought.

And now those second, third and fourth thoughts turn to what I miss about the island and as a way to reminisce and celebrate the loveliness of Fuerteventura, I wanted to write about what I miss about my second home.

#1 The clean air

Fuerteventura is blessed with wind swept across the Atlantic Ocean which can, on occasions, make things very windy. I recall muttering myself on many an evening the need for a warm winter ‘cardi’ to my fancy evening dress on account of it. But now, stuck in the pollution of London, I long for it. I yearn so much for the blowy, blustery wind to make my goose bumps tingle and fill my lungs with the sweet, fresh sea air.

#2 The safety

I have yet to go anywhere else in the world (and I’ve travelled a lot) to feel anywhere as safe as I do in Fuerteventura. I believe everybody who lives or visits this island understands how special it is to be there and to not cross the line. I don’t want to go as far as say there is no ‘unpleasantness’ as bad things, I’m sure do happen. But it’s a sacred isle where people understand the importance of the common good and looking after each other to look after the whole

#3 The scenery

I know Fuerteventura is not an island known for its spectacular scenery, but it all depends how you define it. For me, I love looking at the mountains, who for millennia, have protected the island from the winds. I love the big, big, blue skies. I love the blackness and the starriness of the skies. I love the island feel from wherever you are – the feel and the smell of the sea is on every whiff of air.

#4 The attitude

The people who live and who are attracted to Fuerteventura have a special vibe; they understand this is a special island with its own vibe, its own personality. Fuerteventura doesn’t want or need to be another Tenerife or Gran Canaria, it has a laidback feel like a well fed dinosaur and it doesn’t need to jump to the latest trends. We all already know we’ve got the best beaches and the best roads, we know Fuerteventura is the best; there’s nothing to prove.

#5 The space

Fuerteventura has the most amazing sense of space. Wherever you are on the island you feel you can find your own private place to get away from things. From deserted beaches to being the only customer at a bar, the opportunities for living a solitary life are there for the taking. It’s so wonderful to not feel hemmed in, or crowded – and this feeling happens even in a busy bar.

And I think it’s the combination of people and place that makes Fuerteventura so special. Everybody who visits understands they’re in a different place, a special place. Some will make it their own and it will become a place in their heart, others they’ll take fond memories and move onto pastures new.

For me, I can’t wait to return.

Fuerteventura I miss you x

This guinea pig thinks he’s a cat!

So last month I featured an article where a guinea pig thought he was a dog. Fast forward a couple of weeks and we now have a guinea pig who thinks he’s a cat!

Seriously, these piggies are going to be having the ‘piggest’ existential crises! (yep, pun fully intended!)

Anyway, what I really love about this story is how alike Luis, the bald guinea pig, looks to his adopted family of Sphynx cats. He may be a rodent to their feline line, but they all make for an adorable brood.

Luis is just six months’ old and was adopted by his current owner, Oksana Baltakiene, in Spain because she thought he would ‘perfectly fit’ into her Sphynx family – not something many new guinea pig owners would likely consider, but it seems Luis has bonded with his fellow baldies and treat him as a brother.

You can read the whole story here.