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The Mistress has been picking on me and would not let me get on here and do my thing. She has been so grumpy with this head -cold, and if I dare to open my mouth, she pounces. It's now two weeks since her darling gave it to her, and his has long gone. He doesn't appear to want it back either. 

She thinks buying another Gnome, a new friend for me will win me over. She is mistaken. When we left Mosgiel on Friday, she put me in this stupid bubble wrap and cloth and shoved me in a bag with my new mates. It appeared that the car was full and there was nowhere for me to sit. The Grandson had the only seat, and I was not getting on his knee, as they are just too bony. He doesn't eat enough for a growing lad. Most kids his age have hollow legs, but this lad has bone and a little muscle. I saw him running fast in a park we were at while on holiday.  His wee legs were going flat tack, and I reckon he had no breaks to stop. The Mistress did try very hard to cook the right things for him to eat, but it appears he is like her Granddaughter. She eats less than a seagull. 


Froggit

Going back a few days now, we caught up with His Lordship's brother and his wife at their caravan, which His Lordship used to own. They were in Dunedin camping and sightseeing.  The next day was a hoot. We met at the Gardens Cafe for lunch and a chat. Then, the lad wanted to go on the train called Bluebell. It was so much fun riding on this. The driver was a hard case, dude, and made everyone laugh. The lad figured it was a tractor underneath the train. Hés is a clever young chap and comes out with all sorts of things, causing a laugh or two.






Our ride on Bluebell.
The driver took us all around the gardens, showing us stuff the Mistress was into. This saved her from walking too much, as her poor back has been an issue lately. She was looking forward to sleeping in her own bed again. 

More parks were visited, and a good chance to run off steam and have a go at mini golf. I spied a gnome sitting on the side and joined him while watching Grandad and Levi have a game. I just hoped that they did not aim the ball at us. The Mistress has a fella like this packed in a box somewhere. A kind lady in Paeroa gave her a set of these chaps when we toured the North Island. He was a hard case and gave me insight into all the stupid shots people make. Some of them can't even hold the club right. His Lordship, being a golfer, was having a bad day, and Levi won. The track was very lumpy, causing all sorts of chaos. Levi seemed to enjoy this game, too.




Mini Golf

Yesterday, His Lordship played golf, and on the third hole, he got a 'hole-in-one.' Now, this was a surprise to everyone, including him. He has tried to do this for many years, and yesterday was successful. Jeepers, he was very merry last night. He couldn't stop laughing. The Mistress was upset with him because he had the cheek to phone his EX before her!! I am yet to learn the outcome of how he will make this up to her. 

A hole-in-one for His Lordship

I also got to ride some stuff at the park. I have a lot to tell my mates at home about this holiday. The humans are chuffed because the people who own the house we stayed in want us to come back in late February and early March to look after Tabitha. They are going away again, and the humans have a 90th birthday to attend down there, so we will be off again.





The Mistress and I looking at the gardens.


News flash: It appears that this Caravan is now for sale. The humans have other plans now and need to move on, but they want to live here. 











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