16/6/24

The Mistress eventually rose this morning and was served breakfast by her Prince. He also knows to heat the wheat bag each morning to ease her pain. She has him well trained. He doesn't appear to object, either. In fact, he does make her sit and be told if she doesn't. 

It's open home again today. The sun is shining, making the Mistress extremely happy. A spruce-up was required, and the humans had the house looking pretty spiffy.

They went out, and sure enough, the agent unlocked the door, and he waltzed in. It was an exciting day. My lips are sealed. The Mistress goes crook because I sometimes say too much here, and she does her nanna. She is good at it, too. 

She even went out in the cold again tonight. Goodness only knows what she is doing, and when I ask, I get an extremely black look. His Lordship seemed to like her lips, oh mushy stuff. You will never see Trixie and me with this behavior. 

They are pretty happy, these two. She asked him today what he liked about her. What a thing to ask a man, especially this one. He's a shy fella and prefers to keep tight-lipped. The Mistress should know this by now anyway.

The other day, she Googled marriage vows and wrote some down, ready to spring on his Lordship one day. Today was the day, and she read them out for him to choose. He liked them all, but he chose the short one and announced that even that was too long. She definitely was not amused. 

Poor man, but Trixie has had her say on this and she reckons he could do better if he tried. Moonshine had his say, too, and it wasn't good either. It appears His Lordship should do better in this day and age. These are modern days, and the trends have changed. He must think about this, or she will be on his tail.