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. By the look on his face, he approved. 

The scones were a hit, and everyone approved. Muffins are next, she reckons. 

16/8/25

It is only now that she has let me sit at the computer. Several days have passed, and finally today, while she pottered around outside, I  got stuck in and tapped a few words out, and here we are.

The Mistress has been buying more Gnomes from a fella who was getting rid of them. They are part of a set she has, which is in storage. She brought them inside and washed them while I watched from my prime position at the window. I can see four new ones and two that are the same as she already has. They are all from the Tui Beer company, and I wonder how many others are out there somewhere. Some Neighbours stopped by to see what she was up to and had a giggle. One of those Gnome chaps has a bare bum and a tattoo on his rear end. This caused quite a stir and commotion. 



They scrubbed up well, and a dose of clear spray to protect them from the weather, and they are now sitting proudly at the front of the caravan. 
An interesting man in hi viz turned up here yesterday. Something to do with this caravan. I wonder what is going on, but as usual, I am not in the loop with the information. He seemed disturbed about the human predicament with this ongoing warrant of fitness issue. I guess this means watch this space
 









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