3/10/25

October is here, and I am looking forward to the fine weather. I enjoy exploring what's happening around here. One chap is building a deck, and another patio has been built, but it is not yet attached. It arrived on the back of a truck, and there is a holdup getting this put into its space. But I can run around on the deck after a mighty climb up there, for a mere Gnome.

This is a huge deck, and I will bring some of my mates over tonight if it's not raining. The sun is out today, but the humans do not think this will last. His Lordship went to assist a brother in chopping tree branches yesterday. On returning home, his darling remarked on the stink of trees on his clothes. 

He wasn't at all popular, and I must say my nose twitched, too. He sat beside her and couldn't get away. He says there is more to do yet another day. She doesn't mind at all, as this gives him something to do, and it helps the family. 

Sitting here in my prime position, I can see people passing by in their cars or walking. Some stop for a chat, or drive by, and watching people's body language is rather entertaining. There are some smokers and those who wave their hands around when talking.

Exploring my books on why some people smoke amuses me. My books say it is the "feeling irritable, feeling anxious, feeling depressed, craving for nicotine," and it seems there are many more reasons too, but I am not about to go any further, as this could well bore some people. I do wonder, though, as to what made them go for a smoke in the first place. Surely there are other things they could do to relieve those symptoms. The Mistress informs me that it is an addiction once they start. But why start? Oh, heck, this is complicated. I did think that adults are past sucking on a dummy, because that is what they look like to a mere Gnome.

13/10/25

This resident woman here, is a bossy old thing and hasn't let me get on here to do my writing. The answer is always no. Of course I don't argue with her because this would land me in a whole heap of trouble.

The Mistress has an addiction, according to her darling. She sees a Gnome and she buys it. The only problem now is the total is about 450. Now he says this is getting out of hand. But it appears there is no stopping her.

Drinking water is what the Mistress does, and she tries to get her darling to consume more, but he is far from interested. He does have an odd hot drink and that brown bubbly stuff. I will never understand why people pay for that when nature provides a great brew out the tap. It is even free. His Lordship reckons she addicted to water. She is always drinking it and he says this is another addiction she has. Her tummy is much happier with consuming vast quantities, and it would be a good idea if he did the same. 

These two humans took off on Saturday, without me, and returned late yesterday afternoon. It appears there was a family Shindig to attend and a catch up with the rallies. I hear today they are making plans for the summer holidays, and I never heard a peep about their plans for me. Typical I say and I long to get out and explore with them. 

The Mistress took this computer with her down south and so I couldn't finish the blog. It seems ages since I have been on here and had to really think about what to do. The joys of being a mere Gnome.


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