20/9/23

Oh heck, what on earth is going on here. Trixie and I were sitting here on the shelf minding our own business and the mistress was in the shower. The noise was loud in our ears. Crickey we nearly fell off the shelf here. How come we rock and rolled? Such a huge fright. This is so bad for our nerves.

The Mistress's phone rang, lots of texts pinged and she missed it all, but soon learned what just happened. A 6.2 earthquake. I recall the big ones from a few years ago. The house was a mess, and the mistress was so upset. We thought those days were behind us, but not so. We do not require any more earthquakes, please. The Mistress asks what we expect her to do about it. She gets these feelings at times so maybe she could send these quakes away to where they came from.

We, Gnomes know that this is the planet doing its thing and nobody can change these things that happen. Her Nephew, who is a geologist, says "Auntie you haven't had the big one yet." Cor Blimey really?

The Mistress has elevated her foot all day today and has not even continued her Gnome painting. She doesn't look sick, but her fella insists she elevates. Does this mean she is doing what she is told? She can elevate in the garage but says she's not in the mood to paint today. 

I did wonder where she disappeared at one point. She took the Gnomes she was given yesterday and sprayed them to protect them from the weather elements.

New Gnomes she was given.