1/12/23

The Mistress's nighttime antics with this foot in a Moon boot continue. The light was on then off for quite some time through the night yet again. My understanding is when you go to bed you sleep. Not so, in this house. Here she is, undoing this boot and massaging her foot in the middle of the night. The circulation in her big toe was blocked she says. Now this word circulation, what on earth does this mean? Arh hey she has just said I was to look this up in my books, as I had time on my hands to do this. Humans!!

The phone roared into action this morning and His Lordship had some news. Lots of laughter and excitement then the reality that he has surgery on his knee next Thursday. Hey, hang on, the Mistress could get a call to have her surgery next week too. Oh, my goodness me. This would be the two of them out of action at the same time. 

Neither of them would be able to drive and would be stuck at home. So, when is a Gnome supposed to do his Gnome business? We shall hatch a plan over the next few days. Oh, this is so stressful. I need a lie-down. 

This afternoon the Mistress's friend called in to take her out for a cupper. Great news for us. As soon as they left, we all gathered around to discuss this dilemma. 

We couldn't come up with a plan, so another gathering was planned the next time she headed out. 

I must report that the Christmas cake has gone off the bench. Thank goodness for that. That stink sure lingered around here and we couldn't get away from it. 

I believe it is now December. This must mean Father Christmas must be getting ready with his deliveries. I wonder what he will bring this year. I believe the Granddaughter has put in her request. Hang on a minute she is now 10 years old. Doesn't Father Christmas stop coming at this age. He better come to me.