25/1/25

The Mistress has been preparing the caravan all week, ready to sell if they don't get a refund. She instructed her darling last night to get her up at 7am. Holy moly, she is never up at this time. A buyer was coming, and she needed to be on her game and ready for them. We are all impressed with these people, but The Mistress says, "Don't build your hopes up." We are to be patient. Now, I am sick of being patient, and I want to know what the plan is when it goes. I do know that the lawyer is trying to get the refund, and from what I know, this fella should pay up as many government departments are involved in this debacle. They still will not tell me their plans either way when the caravan goes. Oh, the joys of being a gnome. She assures me that I will approve. But what if I don't approve?

After delivering her darling to golf, she went to the local market, where everyone gets a bargain.  It appears she enjoys pottering around by herself and has found some more friends for me. Oops, I hope His Lordship doesn't find out. He gives her an ear complete when she buys more. It appears the chap makes them and does all sorts of statues and paints them, too. The Mistress even put an unpainted, very heavy mushroom under the caravan so when we finally settle, she will paint it. The man even carried it to her car, as it was very heavy.


Yet to find names
The white one is a frog on a mushroom, which she will paint, and goodness knows when, is all I can say!
That drunk fella must have made a smell because the other is not impressed. I do wish he would pull up his pants. You don't see me with my pants down. The other chaps will get onto him for sure. 
The Mistress also bought some beautiful Dalias. She loves flowers, and they are proudly sitting on the bench.
27/1/25
What fun we had last night! There had been a lot of rain around here, which meant lots of puddles, which pleased Frogit. He was a happy Chappy, and Moonshine buffed water all over everyone. Of course, I stayed back, as I am allergic to water in all forms. I inspected the gardens that some people have here, and this drop of rain will do good. A gladioli, which was doing exceptionally well, is now right over on its face. Also, some tomato plants are choked with fruit waiting to ripen and are so glad of the extra fluid. 
The humans haven't heard from the people who saw the caravan about the possibility of buying it, nor from the lawyer about that fact. The Mistress is far from impressed and wants to move on. She needs to learn about patience. She has informed me often enough. 

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