20/6/25

It can be Piccadilly Station here on some days, and it can be a welcome sight once these humans disappear. I have been relishing time by myself. We have had some very sunny days here after wicked frosts. His Lordship enjoys stoking the fire during the night, because this cat plonks down in front of it when he is cold. He is not silly and sure knows where to find the sun, too. I caught him sitting at the table when they were out. The sunniest position, too. He would be in deep trouble if the humans caught him at this caper. 

While I am on the topic of the Cat, he also knows where to find cuddles when he desires. You will never see His Lordship cuddling him, as this would interrupt a TV program or a game on his phone. He is way too busy for this malarky. He sees this as a complete waste of time, it appears. The Mistress says if it were a dog, then it would have loads of time. 

So watching these two have these cuddles. She talks to him as if he completely understands. Lying back on her shoulder, purring away, then he dribbles all over her. She is not pleased about mucking up her clothes with the dribble while he gets all the attention. He listens to her as if he were a human. How foolish is that cat? You do not see me carrying on like this at all. I am discreet as I go about my day and Gnome chores.   

Inspecting the vegetable garden was an enjoyable pastime. Surprisingly, some vegetables are growing in the area. Some of the tops are falling back, but good-sized carrots and parsnips made an appearance inside and onto the dinner table. This chap, the garden is well designed from a mere gnome's perspective. He will have a significant task when he finally decides to come home. Annual maintenance will be required, but as he is a retired individual, he has all the time in the world. 

His Lordship dug some black things up where the spuds were growing and cut one open once inside. He had not seen such a thing before. Looks like Amythest crystal. His darling had to inform him what they were. Maori potato she announces.

Into the pot they went, and they were tasteless and floury. The Mistress thought they would go well in a hangi.

Currently, the brother is still across the other side of the world and due home Monday. The humans thought it was Sunday, but they had to look at the itinerary again to confirm. 

She has taken me out to see the farmyard again, and those roosters made a heck of a noise when I was placed on the ground. "Help, get me out of here." I dislike these birds, especially when they come near me. As we crossed the road, we spotted the cows happily chewing and staring at us. They are so much quieter than those other things. 

These chooks don't make the same screeching as the roosters. They were busy going about their business after checking me out. They eat the house, food rubbish, and absolutely love it, I hear.

The horses had been shifted to another paddock and were too far away to take a picture. They appeared happy as they ate their grass and hay. They were too lazy to come to the fence. The Mistress tells me they were busy eating, which keeps them warm.

The Mistress is partial to a glass of wine with her meal, and couldn't find a wine glass, so she filled this one twice!