22/11/24

Sometimes, His Lordship cooks the meat on the BBQ at our place while The Mistress cooks up a storm inside or makes a salad. He chose a cold day to cook outside when it was suggested they cook the lamb chops inside in the warm caravan. Please note her glass of bubbles on the bench while he warms up the beer in his hand. These two love birds enjoy a drink, and sometimes a regular occurrence while cooking. 


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I spend a lot of time at the window now because I like to see who is coming and going and when my humans return. I must also let these other inside chaps know and quickly get into their positions. They are here. 

Poor Trixie struggles to climb to her position. Some of them have to help her then get to their places before the door is unlocked. Nobody would ever know what they had been up to. 

Last night, we went under the Caravan to check it out. We had a lot of fun, too. There was some loose dirt to play with and throw all around. The fella next door now has an awning on the side of his caravan, so we sneaked in and looked around. It is pretty small for the size of his caravan. 

Next, we went through the hedge to check out the farm. It is far too big for a mere Gnome to go all over that place. Our legs are not made for a trek; we must be home before the humans wake up, especially His Lordship. Somehow, I doubt he would notice our absence, but I am not willing to take the risk because if he tells his darling, then we really would be in for a tongue-lashing and probably a sore behind!



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