13/12/24

 Jeepers, the Mistress was up very early today as two inspector chaps came to look over our caravan. One of them was the boss man, too. They checked over all sorts of things and kept the tape measure busy. The end result is that the warrant has been revoked. This also means the salesman must tow it illegally or put it on a massive truck. Let's hope he gets caught towing it illegally. Oh dear, did I say this? The Mistress might just get me to wash my mouth out with soap. She will have to find me first. 


Can you find me?


His Lordship has gone to play golf this afternoon, so The Mistress got to it and packed her case, ready to take away on our holiday. They informed me that there were only two more sleeps. 

I hope she remembers to take the computer and me, of course. Her memory isn't that flashy at times, but for goodness sake, do not tell her. 

Last night, while walking down the road and entrance to this place, someone put a load of fine shingle down there. What fun for a Gnome and his mates. We ran into it at high speed and were never seen again. It was mighty hard work climbing out, as that stuff is quite heavy. I had stones up my nose, all in my beard and hair, and found in some very uncomfortable places that I will not discuss here. I could not sit down in my chair afterward. 

It was exhausting that shingle. So, we strolled down to the vegetable garden and got amongst the potatoes again. It was so much fun to play hide-and-seek in that garden. We spotted a potato or two trying to escape but quickly covered them up. The owner could figure out that it was us down there and kick us out. He knows about us and all the antics we get up to.

We have yet to find any Gnomes at his place, only a statue that needs paint. The Mistress is very good at painting the fellas in the garden. She had better not start to look at repainting me, I say. 


Look, she is packing again.

The mistress packed some of my friends today, and thank goodness there was no room in that box for me. Yippee!
Those fellows are not amused at all, and I am laughing at not being in there, too. Now she has run out of boxes, phew.....

Some days, there is a terrible stink around here, and the Mistress is not amused. His Lordship says it is liquid manure going on the paddock next door. It should stop soon and can't come quick enough for her. The joys of living in semi-rural, he reckons. 

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