My name is Winkle

Well at long last the mistress has sorted out my name. Gosh she's made this hard work for herself. Shes been on that D.. computer scrolling and scrolling for hours and hours. She thinks I can't see over her shoulder and over my book. I live on the shelf behind her and can see everything, cause I'm a gnome and we have a special gift, but don't you dear tell her this. I'll get into trouble then I guess she won't take me on holiday.

I really need to keep an eye on her and go on this holiday cause she's capable of getting into all sorts of mischief, and goodness only knows this could involve me too. Oh, heaven help me!

Me thinks I'll just keep reading my book. I don't dare tell her what I'm reading because this is only GNOME business. 

Do you know, this afternoon she got another phone call from her favorite shop to do some more modelling. What on earth does this mean. I suppose she'll spend more money. Modelling....hmmm. I wonder if they need a gnome too!! I could do with a new outfit. 

Shes just told me she's not available when they need her so that's a relief. We have visitors coming to stay that evening. Do you know she didn't even ask my permission. I was told that if I went out and got a job and contributed to the household expenses then I would get a say in the matter.

Since when do gnomes go out to work? We can do as we jolly well, please. Reading a book is hard work you know, there is so much information to stuff into our brains that we pretend we're reading when we are not because we need rest too. We can't tell her all our tricks you know. Its Gnome business.

Time for a snooze now. Catch ya later