judyandthetravellinggnomewinkle

  13/8/25 Brrr, it's a bit chilly here, and these humans reckon spring is coming. I shall believe it when I see it. It is nice and sunny where I am perched. Outside is a very different story. His Lordship was outside talking to a neighbour, with no jumper on, and hugged the heater when he came back in.  I am still trying to figure out how this young baby ended up here, and who the parents are. My good friend Trixie assures me she is not the mother. So, I need to ponder this a little longer. The Mistress fancied a Date and an orange scone the other day and set out to make a batch in the air fryer. From my perch, it looked like they both enjoyed them. She misses her baking days and working in cafes many years ago. Then today, she had friends coming for morning tea, so a batch of cheese scones was quickly whipped up. Even His Lordship did a productivity test before he was taken to golf for the day. He offended her by asking for raspberry jam on his. She was far from amused. ...

7/8/25 The humans eventually arrived home. I spotted them pulling up on Sunday. I had forgotten they had swapped their car for a big blue one ,  which belonged to his brother. Not a word was spoken about  forgetting to take me with them. This did not put me in a reasonable frame of mind, either, I might add. They appeared busy unpacking for the rest of the day, and the brother and his wife came to swap cars back and took the caravan back to their place. A mere Gnome just has to suck it up and move on, she has taught me. Just as well she doesn't give me jobs to do around here, because I could well strike about my conditions.  She must have read my mind, as she announced where the door is. Gee, she is so mean to me. I may need a holiday on my own somewhere. This could be tricky as my little legs would struggle to hitchhike. Where would I go?  No income to support me, doesn't make me a happy Chappie. Her words, "Suck it up," haunt me daily.  A baby Gnome has appear...

  31/7/25 I am home alone, and so sad that she left me here. The Mistress informed me that I was going down to Waimate with them, and obviously, she had forgotten. I don't feel important anymore. Other things occupy her mind these days. I doubt that I have ever felt so sad. Looking out the window, I see the caravan is gone, and I have missed another great experience for a mere Gnome. I had been looking forward to that time away and learning about a family bereavement. I will get over it, eventually.  These humans would have seen their friends down there, and I was looking forward to seeing them too. Oops, she could have left me in one place and forgotten about me, and this would have been a disaster; that woman would have put me in a box again and sent me on my way.  The Mistress has a lot going on with this caravan issue, and her mind isn't always functioning correctly. She has taught me all about life's stresses and how they affect the brain. I am slowly catching on, bu...