30/8/23

It was very quiet here this morning. No sign of the mistress. Even the neighbor was worried as the mistress hadn't opened her curtains by 11 a.m. which was very unusual for her. She must have needed extra sleep I reckon as this flu bug has really got to her. My guess is sleep would help her to get better.

She hasn't moved very fast today yet again. The sun is out, and she's been sitting in her chair in the sun. 

Overnight, these Gnome fellas sat around discussing the life of a mere Gnome. Not much bothers us we reckon, and when we listen to that jolly TV the world is in a real mess. Humans are wrecking our planet that we Gnomes, live in. They could learn a lot from us we say, but really, would they listen? With their own agenda, they continue to fight fires, crash planes and kill people, gather all the fish, and not leave some for another day, oh heck the list goes on. 

Now don't get us started on politics. Why oh, why do they need a government. Gnomes survive without politics so why can't humans. All they do is try and be better than someone else. I call this fighting and bullying. A peaceful life is what we live so why can't those in power have peace and harmony. What would happen if nobody voted. Now this would cause a stir. The mistress has just said what a good idea of mine. Nobody to vote then see where the world would be. The mind boggles don't you think. 

Maybe a Gnome needs to be head of the world. It would be a much safer place to live. We will have another meeting on this tonight, while the mistress sleeps. 

Crumbed Cod and Chips

The mistress went to an appointment this afternoon and came home with a strange parcel. Good heavens she started eating out of this packet. Here she is sitting in her chair with her dinner on her lap, now that is weird. She tried to tell me this was a typical Kiwi meal, especially coming home late and can't be bothered cooking. It looked like she enjoyed it and licking her lips. How strange I say.