23/4/25

The Mistress has been very busy lately on this computer, and I don't stand a chance of getting on here. She often goes out, leaving me and His Lordship to keep this place warm and make her cups of tea when she arrives home at her leisure, as no time is given as to when to expect her home. When she does appear, her phone either pings or rings. Whatever she is up to must be very important, and I am not privy to this information.

When I complained that I wanted to be on here, do I need to book a time slot? The response was not at all funny. I was politely told that when I start to pay board, and contribute to the household income, I could book a time slot. Gee whizz, it is a tough life here being a mere Gnome amongst these 2 weird humans. I will happily give them away sometimes if anyone needs them!

The Grandson has gone back to his family in Christchurch. It is quiet here now because there are no arguments. He is an intelligent young fellow who seems beyond his years—11. His passion is exploring technology with YouTube, etc. He designs things, watches movies, does all sorts of things, and spends many hours using his brain. 

That is until The Mistress says, ok, time is up, and off to ride your bike or play ball. There is always a " Do I have to?". She is never amused at this response, and neither is he. They seemed busy doing daily things, either baking or cooking here, playing croquet outdoors, or going to the park. His cousins came over for an afternoon. They approved of their baking and took some goodies home. He prefers baking to cooking. The Mistress knew why, too. It's sweet, of course! 

Before he went home, it was his mum's birthday the next day, so together they made her a birthday cake and iced it for the candles. He enjoyed this immensely and proudly showed it to his mum.  Of course, she was chuffed. 



His Lordship keeps up with the golf, before or after the terrible rain, even on cold days. The rain is the only thing that will keep him away. There are always little jobs she has lined up for him. Some days it is never-ending, he reckons. Poor man, I say. I wish I could go to the golf with him, but I feel there is little chance of this happening.

Winter has struck, and we are cosy in our caravan. Some of her friends have asked whether we will be warm in the winter. Our heater comes on and we are very toasty. Sometimes too warm, then it goes off. Drying the washing is sometimes a mission, but the laundry mat down the road has vast dryers. They are as busy as ever in this weather. 




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