29/11/24

These humans are often out, giving us a golden opportunity to have fun. The Mistress's birthday, a special occasion for us Gnomes, also gave us some pleasure. The candles on her cake were left on the bench, and so were the matches. They had plenty of wicks left, so we gave it a go to light them. How on earth do they do this? We could not figure this out at all. It is a mystery for us, Gnomes. We will have to watch the humans and see how to accomplish this. This computer drives me bonkers, and it is having another terrible day. I'm all fingers and toes and can't work this today. They say it is black Friday. What does this mean to a mere Gnome?



We were frustrated with these matches and gave them up. We spotted some ribbons the Mistress had on her flowers, got too, and decorated ourselves. Oh, now this was really fun. 










It was just as well that the humans were out for a while, as this was so much fun. We hadn't laughed so much for a long time, and when they came home, we had left the ribbon on the floor. Nobody said anything, but we didn't have time to pick it up and get to our places. I can see the ribbon is still not put away, so I shall keep an eye on it so we can find them again to play with.

Humans are feeling the heat on these hot evenings and overnight, and I regretted going into their room last night. I quickly retreated, as this was far too much for Gnome's eyes. I am not saying anything else here, as I could be put in a bin or a box and sent to Waimate!

It is golf day, and The Mistress is home alone and catching up on some odd jobs around the place. I offered to help, but this ended badly. Huh, so much for reducing her load. I was politely told she would instead do things herself, as I would be under her feet and could get squashed. "His Lordship helps," I tried to say. He is very good at doing odd jobs. I was informed he does not get under her feet. Well, I tried.

It is nearly Christmas time, a time of great anticipation and joy for us Gnomes. I recall my best Christmas ever up in Tauranga. We were house-sitting for Toff, the dog, and Daisy, the cat.
We put our stockings under the tree, and the next morning Santa had been. 







I opened my stocking with her Granddaughter. Chocolate fish and frogs for the pond at home. Toff and Daisy loved their gifts too, especially Toff, as she would throw his rope to fetch. If she was inside, he would bring it and put it at her feet. He always looked at her pleadingly, so she could not resist. Sometimes, she would toss a chocolate fish to him. 

The Mistress tells me that we will go house-sitting again when they get rid of this caravan, but not for as long. I wonder where we will live, though. She will not let on and says I will really like our new home. All will be revealed at a later date. This is so mean of her, and I am disappointed that I must wait.  

To make me feel better, she said we would all house-sit in Mosgiel for a month, and they have a lovely cat to look after in mid-December. Yippee, I cannot wait. She also said we would call into the Auntie, uncle, and some friends on the way through. I am thrilled about this upcoming adventure and nervous about the new cat we'll look after.

So, I have a lot to look forward to, and so do the humans. They have been a bit stressed lately and are looking forward to a break. I thought retirement was a break, but I better be careful, or she could leave me in Waimate or Mosgiel.

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