11/12/24

Something is going on here at present. The empty boxes have turned up today. I asked what was happening because nobody had discussed this situation with me. As usual, I was told I have no say since I do not contribute to the income around here. The joys of being a mere Gnome. We could get word anytime that a refund for the caravan may happen. 

But we are going away, I say. His Lordship may have to return to pack the caravan up for the fella to pick up. This person is not at all nice and is not a favorite of these humans. The Mistress keeps checking her emails for some news. The news I want to hear is where the heck we are going to live. I am told to watch this space. What does this mean, for goodness' sake? 

It's a nightmare for a gnome to try to understand how these humans tick. When I've figured it out, they throw another curveball. 

Last night, we returned to the compost heap for a rough and tumble. Poo, it is rather stinky now, and some of us went too deep into the mushy stuff. There was no fresh grass. Nobody has mowed the lawns because of all this hot weather, which has burnt them. 

The Mistress consistently watered her grass to make it look nice, but this place has about five acres to water. That man would be forever shifting the hose. 

Going down to the garden was more fun, especially under the potato leaves. Even the garden was very dry, and the dirt spread for miles. Mr. Wheelbarrow Man was having great fun when he spotted some potatoes. He even loaded some into his wheelbarrow. He wanted to bring them for the humans to eat, but instead, he threw them around and took potshots at us. 

We had a ball with a Christmas decoration while the Mistress was out this morning. This weird stuff tickles my nose. The young chaps who pushed the bananas around thought this was great fun.

Not many sleeps now

His Lordship is off to golf today. Rather him, than me, as it is cooking outside. The Mistress reckons he could sit under a tree in the cool. Fancy hitting a ball all around the paddock and trying to get the ball in a hole from a distance. Crazy if you ask me. Would he take me down there one day? I could be pushing my luck. It sure is worth a try!

The Mistress sits outside and enjoys listening to the birds. She can never find them as they chirp away. They are probably laughing at her from above. She always finds a shady place, and thank goodness she avoids the sun as she could end up like our very red car. 




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