15/10/24


At long last, we are back. Oh, my goodness, where do I start here? 

I am far from impressed with the Mistress. She packed Trixie and me in a box, and we would never be seen again. Shifting from our house into a caravan has been no laughing matter for a mere Gnome. I couldn't keep my eye on these humans as I had paper shoved in my eyes and ears, making it very hard to listen to and see what they were saying and doing. She knows I have a fear of being packed in a box. I recall our visit down to Waimate, and she forgot to put me in the car and left me with this lady who was kind most of the time, showing me around the garden and meeting other Gnomes. Then she got this box, promptly packed me in it, and freighted me back home. She is not my friend now!

I was tossed around a lot, and I was far from impressed. I thought I would never see the Mistress again. But with this shifting business, we were packed for a longer time. I couldn't even see Trixie, and my heart ached to see her again. Does this mean......LOVE... I really liked her and missed her until we were finally unpacked and in our new massive caravan. Cor blimey, so much has been going on here. 

Downsizing has been a real challenge around here. These love birds have struggled to fit everything in, but more has gone to storage. Those poor people. I hear that their garage is packed to the brim now. 

I have been asking when we will begin traveling, and I am only sometimes popular. It appears to be soon, but they declined to say when.

The lovebirds' wedding was hours away. The families started arriving in their campervans, hugs and chatter began, and several trips to the airport were made. 

There was a BBQ on Friday night with about 20 people, but guess who wasn't invited? Trixie and I stayed in the caravan, and in their absence, we explored this place. Caravans of all shapes and sizes, people going about their day.

His Lordship picked up the balloons and delivered them to the venue. I was not allowed to help him. Life is not always fair, and feeling rejected is not a nice feeling.

The Mistress arrived looking lovely in her makeup. She had to pick up the flowers and deliver them to the venue.

Yeah, we were off to a wedding. The bride and groom looked very smart, and I was placed on a table with Trixie. The Mistress's friend decorated the table, and we took a prime position to watch this event.  

Finally, things were happening, the music started, and the groom's daughter and grandson walked him up to the front. Jeepers, this was all quite serious but very loving. That young lad dressed up well for the important roles he had today. They took him to where the very tall celebrant stood. Next, the bride's daughter and granddaughter, looking Classey for the occasion, entered with the bride hanging onto her very tall son and giving her to her husband-to-be. 

I really wondered why she had to hang on to that fella. Did she want to run away, and he ensured she didn't!

It is quite a process to get married. They had to answer questions, and even the poor guests had to. Hang on, they did not ask Trixie and me. What would have happened if we had said no to this business?





The grandson looked after the rings until the celebrant announced that they would be passed around, and the guests put their loving energy into them. I noticed we were missed yet again. Didn't they want ours, or did they not trust us? Hmm.

Time to put these rings on and then the kiss......

They say signing the marriage license is another formality to make it legal. Trixie and I had prime positions on the table, and there they were, with their shiny new rings on and looking very happy—now husband and Wife.

Finally, the service was over, and guests hugged the happy couple.

The photographer had been very busy clicking away with the bride and groom, and the daughter had the video going without missing a beat.

Drinks all around and lots of happy chatter from everyone before they went downstairs for dinner.

Everyone was seated when the bride and groom entered, and there was lots of clapping.

Speeches and a meal followed, and little children played with balloons.

Well, what a performance to get married. It has made me think about this topic a lot, especially Trixie.  I shall ponder this in my own Gnome time.







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