18/10/24

Being a Gnome and living with humans is a challenge most days. They are in and out of this caravan like flies sometimes, and we never know whether we can do our Gnome stuff. They went out this afternoon, and we headed to the office area. I wanted to chat to a gnome chap a few caravans away. They appear to live here, and the Mistress likes their garden. I shan't report on our gnome chat as its only our business. All I can say is it is all on for tonight.

Approaching the office was an exciting exercise. The enormous wooden fence had jandals stapled to it. They were all different, too. I wondered if they were left behind by holidaymakers.  I spent a lot of time down there, hiding from people who were constantly coming and going. Hiding behind some wheels was a challenge, and due to some clown getting in it and driving off. I had an excellent view, but being a mere Gnome is always challenging.


Another interest on the way back was stopping at the 3 wheeled carts. It's big for a Gnome, though. I would like to know if I can get His Lordship to take me for a spin. I shall work on this! Somehow, I do not like my chances. The Mistress is a little fragile for these things, especially if they move. 

The Mistress is looking forward to getting all their wedding photos. The 20th is looming, and she cannot wait. So, watch this space.

His Lordship had found some antique photo albums and delighted his darling with shots of his younger days. I heard the comment that there was always a can or bottle in his hand! It was easy for her to pick which twin was which, too. She's a clever clog sometimes. 

After buying this caravan, they got a new bed. It goes up and down and wobbles all about, too. I heard them talking the other night about how comfortable it was and how sound they were sleeping. His Lordship announced the other night that she was to sleep in the other bed so she didn't annoy him. She wondered what he was talking about and realized their beds were single and joined together. He keeps falling in the crack, and the mind boggles what this means. 








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