4/11/24

The mystery of how to solve the towing issues continues. His Lordship scratches his head, and they both discuss the humongous issue. They go off to talk to people, and the Mistress, in a stroke of comedic genius, suggests posting the issue on Facebook. To their surprise, within half an hour, she has 3 replies. Their resourcefulness is truly impressive. So, watch this space. 

They even found out where the local croquet club was, and a lady was watering the garden and answered their questions. Let's hope they take me this time. There could be trouble if they don't. I need to hatch a plan fast. 

I have been petrified for the past two nights. The nights have been filled with thunderous bangs and spine-chilling cracks. It appears it is guy fawks going off, and it goes on and on. The humans worry about the animals and birds and the expense for just a few minutes. Never mind them; it is me and my nervous system I am concerned about. Trixie also hung onto me so tight I nearly fell off my perch.

Another problem has been solved today. The Mistress is not that tech-savvy and could not download the photos. Today, she says she struck gold and achieved it, ezi peezy. She announces that sometimes her brain is not switched on. She must have found the delete button last week instead of entering. Hehehe.

I think she is in love and only has eyes for His Lordship. We even have to cover our eyes when they do this kissing business. It is awful sometimes, and we wish they would get a room. This is the honey room period, but they have been in this mode for a long time.

These two enjoy bubbles quite frequently, and she reckons she has never drunk so much since knowing this bloke. She says it is nice to enjoy a drink with someone but says she is never drunk and never will be. It appears she knows when to stop. 

I remember my mates and me consuming too much when they didn't take us with them. I don't remember much of that day, but the fun we had before we lost the plot. We were not popular that day for some reason. 

Some nights, a snoring noise comes from their bedroom, and it appears it's the Mistress again. She blames the bed as she has never slept so well. Boy, she erupts when he snores, and it is because he is on his back, and she requests he roll over. An argument takes place, and he eventually does as he is told. What man wouldn't, I would say. She can be pretty forceful when she wants to be, but she can't sleep with his noise going up a few octaves. I think it sounds like he is cutting wood. Maybe I have to start running!

It is quiet staying here most of the time, and when the guyfawks have stopped for the night. No hooligans, they reckon, and people their own age are quiet living. They have met a few, and they are all so friendly. 

When we sneak out and hunt for Gnomes, there aren't any. We may need to park ourselves around these places and see what happens. I shall ponder this for a while 

Some lovely gardens are suitable for Gnomes, too. Something else to ponder. 



 


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