27/11/24

The Mistress has much on her mind these days, and the humans talk a lot about their debacle with this caravan issue. She appears to be constantly concerned about this humongous issue. It sounds like the person who sold it to them could be in trouble with the authorities, as they are now phoning her, making her a happy lady today. 

So, I just keep out of the road and not ask questions. Usually, a Gnome just keeps very quiet on these delicate issues. Like the humans, we all just want this sorted and to get on with life.

Yesterday was a huge birthday for this mistress of mine. At least this brought some smiles to her face. Her darling bought a massive bunch of flowers for her. Oh no, she had only a tiny vase and borrowed one from his very special family. 


The birthday cake from the family lunch 
on Sunday


The flowers dwarf me
Look at the glass jug.


I didn't say how old she was




From her darling
She received many calls, texts, and visitors to help celebrate her day. To top it all off, these humans opened a bottle of sparkling wine. This is the only wine he will drink. From what I could see, they were both quite sleepy! I could start running, as I may have let the cat out of the bag.
Some humans in this village have flower gardens and spend a lot of time watering, weeding, planting, and decorating them. There are even lights that twinkle. The Mistress really likes the lights. She used to have some at her house and Gnomes. 
Some of us played hide-and-seek in these gardens last night and left our footprints in the wet dirt after they watered them. We cracked up laughing as those humans will wonder who was in their garden. Hehehe.



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