21/5/25

I have several complaints, but who will listen around here? These two certainly will not. I keep getting told to get a job and help pay the rent, gas, and power, and then I would have a say on matters that concern me. The real issue is, where is a mere Gnome supposed to get a job and an income? This is a really tough problem for a Gnome. 

Now the Power is not on in here yet, and I must report that The Mistress has left me out here and locked in for 2 nights in a row. Doesn't she know that I am not accustomed to the freezing nights? I cannot escape. It's just not fair.

Things have been happening here since this thing arrived. It has been called all sorts of names. Woman Cave, the wardrobe, a woman's room only, and the latest is Boudoir. She really likes this Boudoir and unpacking the clothes that she has missed. I can also see she has an office area down the side of the wardrobe. You need to check out her clothes, which are the summer ones. There is enough for her to wear once every summer day. I might not have enough fingers and toes to count how many there are exactly.

Getting involved in the Community is all very well, but sometimes, she is never home. There is a shelf for each job she does. There are documents and folders, and I hear she has taken another one this week. This is a total of three volunteer jobs. I shan't moan about this because His Lordship and I get time to ourselves when he is not golfing. 

Today, a big set of drawers arrived, and some Gnomes have made an appearance out here. At least I will have company when she forgets about me. There is also a blanket around her legs. So, I shall curl up in this if left out here again. 

The Neighbors are very impressed with this Boudoir. They are receiving all sorts of compliments, and they were also alerted to my writing and the books I have produced. One young chap bought both of my books. He has a sense of humor similar to mine. Sometimes, he gets around in shorts on these freezing cold days, which sends shivers up my spine. He even found some mistakes in my book. The Mistress had an editor look over the manuscript and paid her, too. She needs to be fired, I say. She is now in Australia, and another is working on my next book. This is supposed to be finished by the end of May. Whippie, it is nearly here. I do hope this is 2025 and not 2026/7. 

News flash: The chicks have hatched and are running around here as if they own the place. We came home the other day to the mother and father bird squawking because they were on the drive. The Mistress had almost stopped to wait for them to cross; if those birds could speak, they would have told her to be very careful. She was cautious and tried hard to get a photo, but they were too fast. They're tiny, and their legs can move quickly, and their very protective parents watch them, constantly squawking about something.    

This chick is in his Mum's shadow. Very hard to see. 

I heard today that they have moved. Indeed, the babies can't fly yet. I shall watch for where they have made a home for themselves. I wonder if Mum and Dad thought it was too dangerous to live beside the driveway. If this is the case, then good on them. They are not stupid.