19/6/24

Everything here got off to an early start. His Lordship was out of here by 6:30 a.m. Wednesday was golf day, and he had an important job to do very early first. The Mistress rose as he went out the gate. She, too, had an essential job to do. Make a wedding cake. I supervised, as she went about her task. Blimey, you should have seen this vast bowl; she mixed everything together. She could have had a bath in it.

Wow

All cooked

It was a step back  to watch each part of the process. Now, I must report that she used her hand in the last part of the mixing. I hope she washed it first! That mixture was all over her hand and partway up her arm. I thought she was supposed to leave the mixture in the bowl. It was a messy affair if you ask me. Then, putting a handful of mixture into the prepared tin was time. It appears there was no spoon big enough. Then another and another. Into the oven, it went for cooking. She told me that in the old days, before cake mixers, people used their hands for everything in the kitchen. She informed me that her cake mixer could not handle such a big cake. So, after going into the oven, she went out to meet a friend for a cupper. Yeah, High Jinx time. The dish had more Mandarins and apples, so we tossed them around while the cake was cooking. Eventually, we could smell it. It was not for me, I am afraid. Not as unpleasant as the pickle she makes but certainly not pleasant for a mere Gnome. 

The Mistress calls this education learning a lot. Indeed, this is what children do at school, and this house is not full of children, thank goodness, but Gnomes. We can learn only a certain amount before we select what we want to toss out—a bit like selective hearing that His Lordship does. Oh, dear, I may have to start running!

Another task the Mistress completed today was the invitations to the wedding. Jeepers, it is ages away and so organized. She announces that if she sells the house, she will have enough to do with moving out and to the caravan. These were two fewer jobs to be done down the track. Thinking about this now is an excellent idea. She has a few clues upstairs. His Lordship would say she didn't come down in the last rainfall. It may be wisdom from the older generation.