2/7/25

Brrr, it's been very frosty over the past few days. The humans had frozen pipes today, and His Lordship is currently sorting the issue. But Golf is on today, which of course is more important. His darling says he will freeze, as there isn't much sun today, due to the cloudiness. 

I spotted her visiting the neighborhood today. She gets up to all sorts of mischief, none of which I am privy to. She has some jobs that need doing here, but she is not in the mood, I hear. It is excellent for some.

I am politely informed that she is retired and can do as she pleases, and that no Gnome will tell her what to do. So, I am well and truly informed. 

His Lordship and his twin have a big birthday today, with two parties. One is at lunchtime with the family, and the other is dinner in the evening with his mates. I was quietly told that this one could get messy. What does messy mean? Untidy, perhaps, and this doesn't make sense to me at all. I am to mind my own business. Huh, is a Gnome invited?  It appears I have not been invited. Only a select few have received invites. It's a tough life being a mere Gnome.

6/7/25

The birthday has been and gone, and the twins celebrated with their families. A long table is provided to accommodate everyone.   


The smiles say it all. A shame I wasn't invited. With both these humans now being 70, the memory is weakening to take me along, too. 

I enjoyed the photos while they slept overnight. This made me feel part of their day, and now my wish is that they feel a sense of guilt. 

Lunch today, I was allowed a piece of birthday cake. Rather yummy too.  I shall see in the dark now, as it is a carrot cake. I know a young chap who is anti-carrots. No wonder he wears glasses! He who is nameless.







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