30/1/25


Isn't she beautiful!
The first month of the new year has almost gone, but where did it go? It is not on the compost heap because we looked last night. It is also not hiding under our caravan. It shows that we must make the most of every day. 

There is so much happening here sometimes; we can always do something when no human is watching, night or day. Sometimes, we just return to the caravan before His Lordship wakes up. 

I must file a complaint again. But who will listen to me? Not these humans, that is for sure. Yesterday, the Mistress went far away to meet a friend and did not take me, and today, they arrived back from a walk around the local gardens without taking me. She showed me the photos she had taken, and she had some fantastic shots of Dahlias. 

















You can see she has gone nuts over these things, but I do see they are all in good condition, and the gardeners are doing a good job. These humans reckon this gate was the best because the gardens were in terrible shape on a previous visit at the entrance of the children's play area. 

Oh, how I wish I had seen these blooms. Gnomes enjoy these too, and I reckon she is mean at not taking me with them. Any suggestions as to how to remind her are welcome. 

31/1/25

His Lordship has gone to practice his golf. Three weeks in a row of doing very well has now turned into awful golf, and he is not at all impressed. His trophy now has his name and sits proudly on a shelf. I just hope he remembers to dust it!



Last night was a hoot. We all gathered outside for a meeting and came up with a plan. His Lordship recently acquired a push bike, and we wanted to see how this thing worked. Hilarious fun was had. We hadn't laughed so much in ages. The chap in the next-door caravan was snoring. He sounded like a chainsaw and was about to chop down a tree. The first challenge was to get on the pedal, and Moonshine tried hard to get on the other pedal. Then, we moved and fell off. A mission to figure out how to get another up to the handlebars. Just how could we do this.? We tried to devise a plan all night, and each failed miserably. We needed a giant here. Our attempts were priceless. There had to be a better way here. Needing a rest after all this laughing and splitting our trousers open, we all tried so hard, we had to admit, we just could not do this. Maybe the Mistress will show us. 

She goes off to 'Housie' sometimes and expects that occasionally, she may collect a fortune. How mistaken. These other birds she plays with have far more numbers, and only occasionally do they collect mostly a line and a house, but not the 'Jackpot.' They are serious players, and the numbers fly out quickly while they all try to keep up.

The Mistress says they have been playing for a long time and have a routine as to how things work. I've heard her say to her darling that it's another donation to charity. That is a good point, as these places need the money. 










Begonias





Street entrance












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