22/2/25

The Mistress has been cooking again. This morning, a kind neighbor brought over some beetroot that she could not use. She had to decide whether to slice it and put it in a jar or make relish. His Lordship is the only one here who eats it. His darling thinks it tastes like dirt. So relish it is, I supervised this process and ensured she didn't chop up her fingers. The recipe has no meat, and a piece of meat could ruin the taste completely. 

All went well, and the ingredients were in the pan for the next stage, but she needed to buy one ingredient. Pickling spice was missing from her collection of herbs, so when she went to fetch her darling from golf, a stop at the supermarket was required. 

She feels the heat today and has the fan over at the bench. We cannot have her pass out. This would mean mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, which gnomes are not good at. We do not go mouth-to-mouth with other Gnomes. We just leave them to come around in their own time. If they don't, then they were meant to go to the compost heap. Their life was over. 







Now, it is all in a jar and in the cupboard. It was a smelly business, but not nearly as bad as the Tomato Relish, it's putrid. I wish she would change the recipe. This would give my nose a break at this time of year. 

The Mistress doesn't have the spring in her step, like usual. She has had some bad news about the caravan and is far from impressed with a certain someone, and goodness only knows how she will deal with this. Let's just say there are some ruthless people out there, and she knows that Karma will bite him eventually. He will be investigated, and the ball will begin to roll. 

Lifting her spirits is our mission; sometimes, we stay out of her way. Hopefully, our two-week stay in Mosgiel will take her mind off it. We leave on Thursday, and let's hope she remembers me. I want to check out Tabitha, the cat. The vet took a chunk of fur off her that her owner couldn't get to. She is a feisty cat who doesn't like people getting in her space. She takes pride in all her fur and is constantly washing herself when not asleep.

These humans are in and out today, making me dizzy. The last outing saw the mistress take her darling to golf. Then, she forgot to come home, and there was no indication of her expected return. This inconveniences us, Gnomes, immensely. How can we explore this place and be back before she returns?

A mere Gnome has a complicated life living with humans, as we are so limited. I wish these humans would not be so clever in realizing we have taken off somewhere. They give us a barreling and the third degree of where we have been. It is none of their business as they don't tell us what they do when they go out. 

The Mistress just says, "Harden up."  





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