21/3/25

The humans are on the ball today. Outside, the Caravan got a wash, which frightened the living daylights out of me. I was reading my book and minding my business when an elephant walked over the caravan roof with a hose and a brush. Then, the outside walls got done, too. His Lordship complained of getting wet, and she should have seen this. He was far from impressed. 

Then they started cleaning the inside windows. It's just as well she left the hose outside!  I no longer have to look between the spots to see now! 

I have enjoyed catching up with my mates from our visit down south. I had so much to tell them. These discussions occur when the coast is clear, usually when the humans sleep. I also got to meet the resident Gnomes, all three of them, and I could teach them stuff they didn't know about. The humans they live with are busy most of the time. They told me about the grandchildren who sometimes visit. Sometimes, they are very loud, taking away their peace and quiet. They enjoy that cat as she struts around, and she gets more attention than the Gnomes. I knew the feeling as the same thing happened here.

We all agree that humans are a strange species. You will never see a Gnome behave the way they do. In fact, it is hideous. They cook stinky stuff, for example, and then eat it. ~~yukky. 

Today, she cooked some round balls in juice, and they were funny red—not gnome red. Black boy peach, she announces. 

He sometimes burns the toast, and then the smoke alarm goes off. Frightens the living daylights out of me as he takes his time to switch it off. It's not a good sound for my ears. He is never in a hurry, this chap. Plods, along with all the time in the world, I am starting to freak out. HELP












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